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Growth After Heartache
“Be not afraid of growing slowly; be afraid only of standing still.” — Chinese Proverb.
When you are in a relationship, you desire it to flourish like a seed planted in soil. When I got married, I had such high hopes for the man I loved. I would watch him sleep on the couch and wish I was the white shirt hugging his body, listening to his heartbeat. I grew up in a household surrounded by love my parents had this romantic love affair that lingered in the home. He’d come home from work, and she’d meet him at the door with a kiss. My mother was old school she was the type of woman who would put his boots outside and wash his feet and already had dinner prepared. The most beautiful thing I noticed is that as a man my father realized what it took to maintain a household. He gave my mother the newer modeled car to get the kids to school, always made sure there was money in the house in case she needed anything and when he got home from work, he would turn right around and rub and wash her feet for taking care of the children and the household. My parents came from the south and part of that southern hospitality that husbands and wives have was embedded within them.
Like a fly, I was glued to the wall watching my parents laugh and tell jokes and get the family up every Sunday morning for church and after church, it was either Sunday dinner or Sizzler. Back in the early 90’s Sizzler was…
