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Epiphany

Today is the Feast of the Epiphany.  At the Mass I participated in, the priest pointed out that "ephiphany" has to do with a revealing, seeing something that you'd forgotten, missed, or didn't know was there.

My weekend was rather ephiphanal.  As a mom,  it has been my experience that there are times when I don't like my kids and they don't like me.  That doesn't mean I don't love them; it is just that I don't like 'em.  Tallest Son and I have spent the better part of the last five years sparring.  He has been - at times - insufferable and intolerable.  I've wanted to give up.

This weekend, he was my traveling companion, and we spent time with my mom, whom I don't get to see nearly as much as I'd like.  He was a pleasure to be with, a great companion, lovely and sweet to my mom, and fun to chat with over meals.  I'd nearly forgotten these things about him over the past few years, when teenage angst, metal music, and a lot of immaturity seemed to rule his psyche and our relationship.  (For the record, I know I've been a pain as well.  However, both Tallest Son and I would agree that the bulk of the horribleness has been on him.)

Two things:  first, if you are a parent, the lesson is, 'don't kill 'em, they will typically come around.'  In fact, I thanked my mom for not allowing me to kill Tallest Son, when she'd "talked me down" a couple of times when I thought all hope and patience was lost.  Second, the next time you're having a fight with God, remember this teenage drama.  Just as my son is starting to realize, I do have a bit of wisdom and experience to share with him.  While I am certainly not the Almighty, Son is beginning to see that Mom might just know something, and it might be valuable to him.  God knows you and me, and His vision for us is always the best.  Sometimes, we just throw a little teen drama at Him, and miss what He has to reveal to us.  Give yourself a moment this week to see if there is something there that you are missing.

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