Here we are in San Francisco again. We were her 2 years ago, sans Alicia, our 26 year old and Sarah, our 23 year old. I am in love with this city once again. There is so much to see and do, and it seems there is everything in the world crammed into this small piece of real estate.
There is something here for everyone: music, art, culture, diversity. In fact, there is so much that it is hard to choose what to do. Case in point: Today we drove into town, one so we could get MUNI transportation passes, and two because it was cheaper to drive in to the city and park (20.00 a day) than to ride the ferry(7.00 each way per person times 7). When we got in, we got turned around, started fussing about it, and got all flustered. Then when we finally got going right, we parked and went inside the ferry building to get something to eat.
If you have never been to the ferry bldg. you will have to imagine the feast for the senses. It is a long bldg. with open shops on each side. Kinda like a farmers market, with upscale restaurants about every 4 shops. There is a cheese shop, a bread shop, honey, wine, meat (cooked and raw), seafood, several coffee shops, gelato, even a caviar bar with a tasting menu. One restaurant called ‘the larder’ has 2 aspects; a take home menu that you prepare at home, and a family style sit down place. But the best thing about it besides the fact that it is an open kitchen for training new and up and coming chefs is that they have a dog….thats right, I said a dog….you know, one of the ones with the dreadlocks that looks like a rug….living under one of the tables. Now I am not sure how they get away with this. In Fl. where we live, that would be a health violation. But it was there 2 years ago, and it was there today. In fact, it was out from under the table today and one of the hostess/waitresses had to push it back under the table, so I know it was real and alive. Weird. Only in California!!
Back to the heart of the story, though. We were trying to decide what to eat, and nobody wanted to decide. I think that is kinda sweet, although sometimes it is totally irritating. Nobody wanted to decide because they didnt want anyone else to be disappointed, or to be responsible if no one else liked it. So we finally decided to have Taylors Refresher, (burgers and sandwiches) which we had had here before, and we knew we all would like it, rather than try something and be disappointed. It was a good choice, although not at all adventurous, and as we proceeded throughout the rest of the day, some very important things occured to me:
I am a people pleaser. More specifically, I want more than anything for my family to be happy and get along. At all costs and sacrifice. In some ways, that is what I think a mother is suppose to be. I will give anything: time, money, my other relationships (including sometimes putting my marital relationship) to make my kids happy. I will dance around one child and walk on eggshells around another and skirt issues with them, hopping between difficult subjects to avoid conflict and fear disappointing them. But that is not right. The goal should not be their happiness but their growth. God knows we are not always going to be happy and if we aim only for happiness, we stunt growth. So my thinking has to change. I have been working on this for some time, but big change doesn’t happen overnight.
So what should I do? Not worry so much about their comfort and work on character. That I know. But how do I do this, specifically? I am continually praying about this, and know as God works on me and my selfishness (have I told you lately how much I have been seeing my true character…ouch….selfish to the bone) he can work through me into theirs and as I humble myself on my knees, he reveals and reshapes me so he can do the same for my children. After all, he wants our character to reflect him as much or more than we do.
Looking at us on the outside, you might think we have it all together. I confess that without God’s grace, you would see a different picture. But I can look at my heart and know that without a patient heavenly father gently reminding me, forgiving me, and guiding me over and over again, I would be hopeless. But with him, I am the eternal optimist. It is him, not me that I hope you see as I seek his Joy in the Journey.
