Technically, it’s fall here. ¬†Not much has “fallen” yet; seasons are subtle here in Texas. ¬†Yet, I can see the leaves gathering a bit at the edge of the driveway, the sidewalks are littered with acorns and the squirrels seem busy, busy, busy.
Relationships have seasons too. ¬†My friend Margaret taught me that. ¬†Like the weather, they are ongoing with have a life of their own ¬†and they have seasons.
When the Littles were foster kids, we had “The Honeymoon Season.” ¬†They were all so sweet and adorable. “The Honeymoon” was followed inevitably by “The Testing Season” and, well, lather, rinse, repeat! ¬†The Captain had a rough summer season; we seemed to be butting heads at every turn. ¬†Of the three, he is the most inflexible, probably because he is the most hurt by his early life. ¬†I tried to put schedule and routine into our summer — knowing those¬†rhythms¬†are the most comforting to him — but it was very challenging with Sunshine’s ball schedule and not one– but three– family trips. ¬† There was more than one occasion in which I literally did not know what to do, how to respond to help us all move forward. ¬†This uncertainty in parenting is new for me — and mighty uncomfortable.
Now in the season of autumn, I have seen a shift in my relationship with him. Things are settling, smoothing out. ¬†I am learning more all the time about what makes him tick and Dear Hubby has gained insight too. ¬†Things are sense of change and completion. ¬†There is a bit of crispness in the air that makes me optimistic and hopeful for our future.
Which is not to say things are suddenly simple around here. ¬†The Blitz is a three-year old and, at times, a real handful. ¬†But I keep reminding myself, “It’s a season in a relationship” and it will get better. ¬†After all, how many 10 year olds throw themselves on the floor and wail? ¬†This too shall pass.