I’m grateful to be back in the northeast to see the trees
flame with color as I drive along the highway. I’m grateful the American
presidential election is almost over. I’m grateful for a new chiropractor who’s
teaching me how to handle my chronic back pain.
But today, I’m most grateful for my daughter.
Twenty-five years ago, I lost a person I loved to suicide.
For two years I drifted through a fog of grief, questioning whether I wanted to
go on. Despite prayer, despite counseling, despite the loving support of my
friends and family, I was stuck in a sadness that wouldn’t lift.
Then my first child was born, and the dark clouds were blown
away by the fiercest love I’d ever known. Far from suffering any kind of
post-partum blues, I was walking on air. I carried my little daughter with me
everywhere, in a sling, a backpack, or balanced on my hip. Feeding her, caring
for her, watching for her first smile and eventually her first step: it finally
healed the sucking wound I’d carried around for too long.
That little girl is 23 now. She’s graduated from college,
received her Master’s degree, and landed a great job as a city planner in
another state. Yet she still manages to pick me up through times where I doubt
myself.
I recently went back to school for my graduate degree, my
first classroom experience in over two decades. I panicked when I was told to
develop a presentation on a multimedia platform. What happened to writing
essays? Deadline approaching at midnight, I wrangled with a program for more
than 5 hours before I texted my daughter for help. Within minutes, she’d
untangled my mess and sent it back, ready to submit, with two hours to spare.
The same week, she noticed a post I’d created for Facebook
to publicize an event at my church. I told her how important it was to me to
bring in an audience for the speaker I’d arranged. She volunteered to create a
series of posts using eye-catching graphics and quotes, instructing me on how
to schedule the posts throughout the week.
And just now, as I sat down to write this piece, we were
texting about the wedding she’s coming home to attend with our family this
weekend. I’m not sure about my dress, and the jewelry I bought just doesn’t
work. Within minutes, she’d laid out all her pieces and snapped pictures so I
could choose something from her collection.
There was a time in my life when I wasn’t sure I could go
on. Thank God I didn’t let go.
Thank God for the promise of new beginnings made manifest
with every newborn child.
Thank God for my daughter.
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Author Bio:
Nell Castle
grew up in western Pennsylvania and graduated from Temple University in
Philadelphia. Since then, she’s lived in Key West, Anchorage, Sarasota, and
Virginia Beach. She moved back to northeastern Ohio to raise her kids closer to
the family homestead but looks forward to moving to a gentler climate after her
youngest graduates. Until then, she revisits white powder beaches and craggy
mountain tops only in her writing. Her second novel with The Wild Rose Press, Turning the Tides, will release in 2017.
Thank you for the opportunity to share what makes me feel grateful, Angela!
ReplyDeleteWhat a lovely post and tribute to your daughter, Nell. I had to rush off after reading it to grab some tissue. :) Thank you for sharing such a heartwarming story. All the best with your book, too.
ReplyDeleteThanks so much, Mary!
DeleteAren't children the best thing on earth? They really do add so much worth and happiness to our lives. Good luck with you new release coming in 2017!
ReplyDeleteThey are! Thank you, Judy.
DeleteI have just had my first grandchild and that is wonderful too.
ReplyDeleteI once heard a group of women my mother's age say, "You know how you feel about your grandchildren." They gave each other a significant look. Ever since, I've wondered how it feels different than mothering, and I'm looking forward to finding out! Congratulations to you!
DeleteThat last line of your essay grabbed me about new life and new beginnings so true and well stated! my daughters are my heart too💕
ReplyDeleteThat's a sweet way to put it, Charlotte. Thanks for reading!
DeleteLoved this post. I can't imagine my life without my children. They heal me, sustain me, uplift me and so often remind me how human I am. What a gift your relationship with your daughter is. I am a fan...of both of you!
ReplyDeleteYour love for your kids is beautifully expressed. Thank you for your kind words!
DeleteA great post.
ReplyDeleteI take that as a great compliment, coming from you. I enjoy your blog posts. Thank you, Liz!
DeleteI am so glad you found happiness, love, and joy in living again, Nell. It is amazing how such a small, but precious child can change your life in many ways. I'm sure that your daughter's caring and giving nature is a tribute to the love and support you have shown to her throughout the years, beginning with those bonds made while she was slung to your side. Continue to enjoy life, Nell!!
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