Inundated with step-kids and
grand-kids this week. It's hard
to forgive and even harder to forget
the unexpected rudeness and attacks
of my first interactions with these
people, now of my family,
the only crime that I could see was
the falling in love with their dad/grand-pa.
But slowly, things are healing with
two of the three. They are trying to
reach out gently, peacefully, and
they listen when I diplomatically
tell them how hard it is to trust
their current behavior will continue
when I still hear the angry voices
and see the harming words written
on the screen of my mind.
Time will heal, but it is oh so slow.