![]() ![]() “We are on the way.” “It is the right road.” įaceTiming From Dallas Posted by Heather | BAMBINOS | Living not in the being, but in the becoming. When we allow ourselves to go deeper into it all, when we revel in the blazing color of it, when we note the sparkle in the raindrop on the umbrella, then we know we are fully living. It “does not gleam and sparkle,” but it is becoming. “The process is not yet finished, but it is actively going on.” In those glimmers of moments when they allow themselves to be ok-with-the-becoming, it is a beautiful thing to witness. The students we live with, the students I teach, they are an abundant gift of youth and energy. I am totally comfortable with the good and the bad all swirling together in each and every hour. I am one of the lucky ones: I know joy daily, I am present in the pain. “We are not now what we shall be, but we are on the way.” Every day I marvel at my gratefulness for it all. And I’m glad we’re now on to basketball season. In the end, it (football) was a good thing for us to do. ![]() But there I was this football season, learning about the game, and making them their protein smoothies, and screaming in the stands “GO BULLDOGS” like the fierce Mother that I’ve become. I still cannot fathom that I allowed it one year ago I’d have told you it would never happen (“Over my dead body will they ever play that sport.”), a decade ago I’d have said my Haitian babies are just fine being tiny (“They’re alive! That’s the glory! They survived a Haitian orphanage and will live to tell the tale! We’re gonna rock the Chess Club like nobody’s business!”), two decades ago I’d have given you a feminist diatribe against the machismo-heteronormative-disaster that is Sport (with a Marxist bent, of course, but still.), and in college- or high school… well, if truth be told, I’d have hugged my football-playing-boyfriend tight (yes, my college love was a football player, and yes I dated the captain of the high school football team), hoped for the best, and religiously refused to participate in anything-and-everything-Football. Our boys have finished their first season of football. ![]() There is no firm “is,” there is only the becoming. It is a re-reminder, to me, that we’re always and forever in flux. We got our first frost, trees are ablaze with color, and - the telltale sign - the college girls have their leggings and boots on. We’re lucky to live in a part of the world that is mild enough, but still gifts us with unabashed seasons. At present, everything does not gleam and sparkle, but everything is being cleansed.” ~Martin Luther This is not the goal but it is the right road. The process is not yet finished, but it is actively going on. We are not now what we shall be, but we are on the way. “This life, therefore, is not godliness but the process of becoming godly, not health but getting well, not being but becoming, not rest but exercise. Not Being But Becoming Posted by Heather | BAMBINOS | ![]()
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