I don’t know about you, but I’m exhausted. What a month it’s been!
Remember how in every single episode of The Brady Bunch, a dispute - no matter how major or minor - was resolved within a matter of 30 minutes? I was always fascinated by this. Whether it was Marcia getting smashed in the face with a football, or middle-child Jan feeling ignored, the Bradys always managed to come together at the end, hug it out, laugh away the pain, and everything was just far out and groovy once again.
I am thrilled to report that my family experienced our very own Brady Bunch moment yesterday, though our happy ending took about 30 days to reach, rather than 30 minutes.
A ten-hour Mediation yesterday was orchestrated by a kind, patient and wise judge - who was so brilliant, he really should be dispatched to the Middle East. By the end of this exhausting day, a solid agreement was reached and the two “sides” were literally hugging and crying while the lawyers applauded this surprising reunion of a temporarily torn family.
In conclusion, all parties agreed that my grandmother will be returned to her home. And that’s all I wanted. Almost.
I didn’t realize it until yesterday, but I also wanted – needed – to know that I still had the family I’ve always had. A family that – despite all our crazy (and believe me, there’s plenty of it!) – at the end of the day, has trust at its core. There may be disagreements at times; we might not even always like each other. But we’ve always trusted one another. And we’ve ALWAYS had one another’s back, no matter what.
Losing that faith was one of the hardest things to accept through all of this, and I honestly didn’t get it until yesterday, when I was able to actually see family that I love and respect separated from me by a judge. It was bizarre and unfamiliar and unsettling, because we are one of those (weird) families that really and truly gets along!
I may be kind of old now, but I guess I am still that naïve kid who desperately wants to believe in The Brady Bunch version of a happy ending. And somehow it worked. Somehow, it actually happened for us. Faith, family and trust have been restored.
So yes, we certainly had our own proverbial ball smash in the face, but the wound will heal. As do all wounds, if we let them.
... Now I can’t help but wonder, can I go back to believing in fairy tales and Prince Charming? Because I’d really like to.