Usually when I go to the library I have a list of books to look for or a pile to pick up from the reserved shelf. Of course this never stops me from a casual browse, no matter how big my pile of books already is. There are some shelves right by the front door where the staff has some sort of themed display. There is a shelf of recently returned books that sometimes yields an interesting nugget. And sometimes I just walk amid the shelves randomly pulling titles that catch my eye.
Recently I stumbled onto the book “the gift of an ordinary day” by Katrina Kenison. An interesting memoir. At times it was a bit repetitive but still…there were lines that made me stop and think. She was the same age I am now when she wrote this memoir, though her sons are older than mine but still…I could relate. Chapter five, “doors” I read twice and wrote down several quotes from.
You never know where a little help is going to come from. I have been working hard to improve my relationship with my son lately. Trying to find the proper balance of mothering and letting go. Finding my parenting priorities. Which battles do I fight? Becoming more accepting of who my son is. Many traits of his are not going to change and nagging away at them helps nothing. I can’t change my son.
But I can change myself. I can be the mother I want to be. I will backslide and be inconsistent and still have the occasional parenting meltdown. And when this happens I can retreat to my office and read through all my notes. Remind myself how to be the mother I want to be. I trust the universe will send me the encouragement and tips and advice that I need. All I have to do is walk through the library.