And now as time has passed, the simplicity continues with my grandson. I thank God that my “choice’” toward positivity has continued to support my stability.
Perhaps, as I have achieved stability in my life with Bipolar Disorder, I am able to live a more positive life and enjoy the “small stuff". I was thinking about this lack of mindfulness from which so many of us suffer. I recall a time last winter when I was walking with my little grandson and we stopped by a bridge to watch the water from a small creek flow through the ice and snow. We crouched for a while paying particular attention to an icicle slowly letting go--drop after drop of clear, pristine water. Finally, the little boy spoke.
“PaPa,” he said, "why are you so good to me?"
I suspect that he was sensing the holiness of the moment. I have a hunch that he realized just how rarely we adults stop to watch water flow or icicles drip. I needed to come to terms with the genetics that may encompass my Bipolar Disorder and my grandchildren. What to do? I do expect to be positive and honest with them.