ACCEPTANCE

Acceptance is a good thing.   It’s a desirable state of being.  But one not always easily attained.

The very word, acceptance, implies that we understand that an activity which we have enjoyed is no longer good for us and we must give it up.  No matter how painful that may be.

In the last year or so, what with The Mister’s heart surgeries and recovery, I have frequently been called upon to be both cook and nurse.  I have taken some small level of comfort in doing that.

Just recently, the children informed me that they have known, for many years, that I am, by my very nature, neither one of those things.  The time, they say, has come for me to “accept” that reality and get on with life. 

The path to acceptance may be painful but, they say, I’ll feel so much better when it’s over. It’s time for me to come to grips with the reality that I am not now nor will I ever be a cook or a nurse.

But, how will you all cope, I ask?   Very nicely, they say.