Silently watching your adult child make a decision which changes
their life and yours. Knowing that this decision is for their
good and probably the good of human kind. But it causes
searing pain within.
For example, your son decides to become a monastic monk.
He will live a contemplative life away from you, forever.
Is this action a result of your parenting? Why did he/she listen to
God’s calling? The daughter moves away? The son becomes an
explorer in a secluded part of the Amazon? How do you react?
Some of us immerse in our careers. Others overwhelm ourselves
in social clubs to utilize time. Still others become veritable hermits.
Reading, writing, painting, in the comfort and seclusion of a private den.
These actions are what we observe of others from an external point of view.
Deep inside the caverns of the souls, however, the lyric songs of life
discontinue their symphonic melodies. The conductor steps down
from the podium.
All is silence in the soul.
As Mary silently watched her son being dragged to Golgotha, so too we
face the vicissitudes of life. Knowing that others’ choices are their
decisions made for their good and hopefully the good of others. We
cannot change the course of the river of their life.
We face these truths alone. Yes, alone.
For Mary, the Grand Conductor collects his baton on Easter morning.
Music is reborn.
We may make the decision to carry our cross, in silence, to our grave. So many end this
life’s journey with a calmness, an outward sign of peace that we know the music has again
begun playing for them.
The promise of resurrection has been fulfilled.
What if we choose to internalize the power of grieving silence, accept the healing
of the resurrection while we are still present here on earth? Accepting the decisions of our children
and others whom we love rather than grieving for our selves. Yes, grieving for ourselves.
Turning this energy associated with self pity and misunderstanding into a positive use
of our talents. Looking outward, in marvelous silence, we hear the melodious sounds of the
classics as they cheer us to give of our greater gifts.