The Sun is Rising Earlier These Days

I noticed it yesterday, when we pulled out of the garage to head to school in the frigid morning. 7 degrees registered on the car thermometer, the ground blue with cold. Funny how in the summer, on the eve of a hot day coming, the sky rests in pinks and purples while in the winter, as a cold day dawns, the sky brightens in pinks.

The kids and I remarked at how just a few weeks ago, our school-time drive was black as night. Spirits lift with the earlier dawn.

Yesterday, I welcomed a new client, an old friend. Pitler Family Law in Royal Oak. The firm is housed in an old house, ugly from the outside, strikingly beautiful on the inside. Of course it seemed to me a metaphor. The built-in bookcases and beveled glass French doors. The striking hues of the walls.

A poster of the 1980s black comedy War of the Roses, hung in the waiting vestibule. Antique glass door handles and polished wood floors. The smell of new paint, of new beginnings. And it was so appropriate for a law firm that specializes in amicable divorce.

Old habits die hard and when we are spun in a dynamic with another person, we often forget how easy it could be to slip into something new. Not fall prey to the old bait. Alas.

Last night, I launched into a little religious lesson on prayer with the kids at the dinner table. Asher had spun so after arguments with his dad about the words of the prayers as dictated in orthodoxy. I took it as an invitation to discuss why we pray at all and how we choose the words we say.

It was a meaningful moment for all of us. I had done my research into the history of Jewish prayer and the various names we use to refer to God. When you understand why you do something, it sometimes make you want to do it more.

As parents, we’re on a path to mold and shape these young minds. To be a good influence. To influence them toward a life of enlightenment and success, of achievement, of making the world a better place.

It’s like the swipes of color in the morning sky – quick, but beautiful, there if we choose to see them. Glass-half-full.

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