When we moved back to Georgia, I had a plan. I was excited about spending more time with my kids. Now that we’re all adults, I thought it would be an opportunity to truly get to know one another on a deeper level. I envisioned us having adult conversations, sharing adult hugs and kisses, and creating moments that felt priceless. There’s something about a mother’s embrace that brings security, even as adults. At least, that’s what I believe.

But somewhere along the way, things didn’t go as planned. Miscommunication crept in, and confusion took hold of a situation that no one wanted to fix. I tried to mend it, thinking I could, but I had to accept the hard truth: not everyone was ready for resolution. Confusion seemed to thrive in the relationships. Maybe it had always been there, but now I was in a place where I could see it clearly. It hurt to witness, and my heart ached in silence.

Still, I believe there’s good in this pain. I hope for a day when we can all come back together this time, healthy and whole. For now, I’m learning to let things be as they are, trusting that clarity and healing will come in their own time. My heart remains broken, but my hope remains strong.