And at the End of the Day, a Rainbow...

I woke thinking of him, my son. Wondering how he was waking up, and whether he felt better.

Lying in bed, I folded my hands, closed my eyes.

“Guide me, please,” I asked of the air around me, fraught with my recent struggles and hopes. “Show me a way to help him, without giving him money.”

I repeated the prayer, till I assumed the air or whoever might be listening had tired of it, and then I rose to meet my day.

Later, a friend came to me… She blessed me with a basket of gifts I had never expected. She gave me a tool I could use to “forgive” my own all-too-frequent life-changing mistakes.

She gave me understanding to see my husband’s interpretations of my words and actions, through his own eyes…

Most of all, she blessed me with the knowledge that my son, flawed as he may be, is only in need of the same understanding I have been trying for a lifetime to give myself.

I can do that, and I can help him to find it in himself and others.

And at the end of the day, there was this.

Not the most complete, not the brightest ever… but a rainbow like none I had ever seen.

Something tells me things are going to be all right.

Thank you, my friend, for the rainbow.