I had a profound conversation yesterday with my carpool buddy of mine. He recounted the significance of family in his life and the importance of honoring them. How much they sacrificed for him & his brother, and all the many life lessons he learned. I started to realize how much I took my own for granted, how little time I set aside for them, how poorly I’ve sorted my priorities. It brought to light how little I cherished the connection that is family.
We make time for what we find important. And I’ve been failing to see that. So naturally, I started to get emotional. I’m sure he was a bit bewildered by the waterworks streaming down my face. He asked if I was ok. I told him that they were happy tears. Tears of self-reflection. Of revelation.
I don’t think I’ve ever really felt the gravity of this specific matter until he related it to me in his way. I am entirely grateful and in awe — that it took a few car rides to connect with said carpool buddy and in essence for the Universe to speak to me.
I called my mom that night. We chatted about the holidays, upcoming plans, some of our extended family drama. It was a nice chat that lasted about 20 minutes, in which I ended with ‘I love you.’
Thank you for these moments, Universe.