“All good!” was the message from my daughter early this morning. With tears starting to form after hearing this welcome news, I took a deep breath. It felt like it been hours since I had taken a deep breath.
She and her fiancé have survived post-hurricane Fiona only a few weeks after moving to the east coast. The storm isn’t over yet, but they made it through the night. They have avoided telling me about the damage outside. The scenarios playing through my mind all night are hopefully not true. In my mind all the trees had toppled because of all the rain and strong winds. I’ll wait to hear the details when the storm has passed through later today.
Neighbours brought over a care package of hot coffee and treats; others checked in via text message. This is the way people used to be in the old days—taking care of each other, and welcoming practical strangers into their homes and lives. I am thankful that my baby chose to live in that small community where people are so kind.
That should be enough to stop the high level of anxiety and worry that a mother feels. Maybe someday I’ll learn to trust that my children will be okay even when they move so far away. And I’ll be able to breathe even while waiting for the news.
Reflections 
Thank goodness your family is okay. I can understand why you were holding your breath!
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