“When you find people who not only tolerate your quirks but celebrate them with glad cries of “Me too!” be sure to cherish them. Because those weirdos are your tribe.” – A.J. Downey
It is no secret that I am a loner. I LOVE and ADORE being with people, but I also love my alone time. This is very much like my Mother. I recover and think best in the early morning when no one is awake. I retreat to an empty space during my planning time at school to recharge. Blame it on the only child thing.
As much as I love these moments alone, it has become increasingly evident that I NEED time with people. People who are family. People who are chosen family. People who remind me of what is important and what is not. People who tell me how ridiculous I am being about insignificant stuff. People who will pray for me when I am having a breakdown over raising a teenager. People who pray for my children and my family even when I don’t know it. I NEED these people.
Life, sometimes it pulls the rug from under my feet. Suddenly, I find myself broken and unable to get back up. When I think all hope is gone, my people are always there to sweep me off my feet, dust me off, and tell me everything is going to be okay. When everyone else leaves the room, these people are the only ones still cheering and giving me that little piece of hope to carry on.
It takes my breath away sometimes when I spend time with my people and don’t realize how much I truly need to be with them. These people – they don’t care about the laundry on my kitchen table or my no make-up face, or the broken air conditioning in my house when they come to visit (sorry Liz, Dru, Alex and Natalie). They forgive the fact that I am horrible about returning phone calls, emails, and texts and they accept me as I am – (I’m really working on this). They may not see me for months, but when it comes time to finally get together, it feels the exact same or maybe even closer.
Hold tight to your people. In my opinion, they are our glimpses of God in the flesh. God uses my people to remind me of how beautiful this world truly is. The day before mom died, she looked at me and said “you have so many people that will take care of you.” I don’t think she realized the depth of her statement. As a new school year begins, I pray that each student finds their people who love them unconditionally, point them in the right direction, and begin a creation of their forever families.
My people are way better to me than I am to them, and I am filled with gratitude for having them in my life. I cherish the memories of this wonderful summer and the time I was able to spend with my people. Most of them are in my life because of a relationship my Mother fostered with their families. She STILL gives to me on a daily basis, and I am forever thankful. Here’s to an incredible beginning of a new school year with some fabulous people in my life.