Yesterday, when difficult child was here for a few hours, helping SO with the bush and eating a pbj sandwich and checking on his car and taking a shower, I did a lot of silence.
I went to the other part of the yard and pulled weeds while he and SO were struggling with the bush that had roots all the way to China. They were talking and strategizing and working hard. It was good to hear, and they didn't need me around.
I am so grateful that I am learning the value of silence. It is a lesson long overdue for me. And I still have a long way to go. Thanks RE.