day six: are we there yet?

They say that home is where the heart is
I guess I haven’t found my home
And we keep driving round in circles
Afraid to call this place our own

And are we there yet?

Awhile back, I had a rough patch with my family. We all had to go through this thing, this unwanted pain of growth and change, and we had to hope that on the other side there would be some sort of reward – or at the very least, understanding – after what we went through.

Are we there yet? Probably not completely. But I can say we are much closer to “there” than we were in January, collectively. Change is hard for one person to handle, but the hardest is when the decisions of one person affect the lifestyle and emotions of four people. Then, you must grapple with unwanted change, unwelcome growth. Really, are either of those ever welcome? Probably not.

Patience may be one of the greater lessons I learned from the past eight months. I learned to listen before speaking, to sometimes not speak at all. Opinions can hinder other’s feelings, can negate the importance of someone even sharing them with you. I learned to wait until something actually happened to worry, and even then, I learned worry was useless.

For whatever reason, we as human beings take the things we love the most and treat them with the least care. We ignore the “fragile” signs  on our loved one’s hearts, the “careful: floor is wet” signs on their tears and minds. I think this is part arrogance, thinking we love them so we can fix them, and part careless, thinking that they will always be ours so we don’t have to tread as lightly. As patiently.

Our everyday challenge would be to tread lightly with our loved ones. Listen carefully before speaking and patiently wait for them to change, or understand patiently when they never do change. Accepting people for who they are takes loads of patience. Try to practice on a loved one this weekend. I promise your heart can feel a difference.


Ingrid Michaelson’s song “Are We There Yet?” was played 79 times in my iTunes library between January and February of this year. Vocals like this take you to a place of healing when you need it.

They say there’s linings made of silver
Folded inside each raining cloud
Well, we need someone to deliver
Our silver lining now

And are we there yet?
And are we there yet?
And are we there yet?
Home, home, home

They say you’re really not somebody
Until somebody else loves you
Well I am waiting to make somebody, somebody


Today is day six of my 31 days of patience series. For all posts in the series,click here.


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