Sofia Speaks: The Complex Simplicity of Life

I find it hard to get started on a process that I’m unsure of why I’m starting. My initial thought for this process would be to provide fellow readers with an insight into how I found my spiritual awakening; however, I now feel that I want this to be deeper. A bit more personal, less scripted. More honesty, fewer filters. So here it goes.

I survived my first Spring Break with my little one, and I had an amazing time. Although I was a bit nervous about how we would spend our days and making sure I had activities planned to insight thrill and excitement in my little one, it was simply a breeze. I made plans per usual; library visits here, going to a museum there, and in the end, we ended up accomplishing more than I expected, without me ever feeling burned out. I mean my parked car was smashed by another car in a garage in Baltimore, and yet I feel no way about it. I mean, of course, in the moment I was shocked, then angry, but overall only my driver’s side door was hit, and no one in this three-car incident was hurt. So in hindsight, my family and I made it away scratch-free, and honestly, that was pure luck. When the incident occurred, we were not in the car, so of course, that like I said, pure luck.

However, on our way home, I couldn’t help but think about my mother and what she would have said when I told her what happened. “Oh my God Nettie is everyone okay?” Or something along those lines.

Unfortunately, my mother passed in October of last year, and it wasn’t until that exact moment that I realized that my mother was the glue that held my brother, sister, and me together. I mean, I’ve always appreciated that she was the reason that my brother and sister are siblings, given that my sister and I are adopted, but I never realized how much information was shared between the three of us until this very moment.

I find it crazy and quite interesting because although my siblings and I make it a point to keep in touch and to spend time together during the holidays, I never noticed how little I talk to them within my day-to-day. I never did, and neither have they. I mean, in the past, we would occasionally get on the phone and mainly discuss something random, but generally the topic at hand would be our mother at the core, and now that she’s gone, we no longer connect in that way.

So I guess in a way this piece is less about my Spring Break 2025 adventures and more of a deep thought on glue. Meaning, who in your family keeps everyone together, and have you ever thought about that question? Whether it’s via gossip, chaos, love, anger, or confusion. Who is the glue for you? Stop and think about it, how do you receive information regarding your family? Who calls you, checks in, keeps you up to date, and what would it be like if they were no longer there?