I miss my daughter. Not the trusty little mess-making, analytic one who always has a smile on her face…the other one. The one who is overly confident and scared to death of the life ahead of her, all at the same time. The one who spent years raising herself in a dysfunctional household. The one who would hold my hand even as a teenager. The one who used to hate me for my hangovers and unnecessary sharp tongue. The one who stewed in constant quiet fury over coming second to another woman. The one who depended on me. The one I disappointed. Continue reading ““I Didn’t Know What to Say””
“See, he doesn’t really do magic. He just encourages them” – J.J.C., age 5
“As for you, my galvanized friend, you want a heart. You don’t know how lucky you are not to have one. Hearts will never be practical until they can be made unbreakable.”
“…But, I still want one”
(He said hopefully…)
When you start at 6 a.m., you sure can cram a lot into one day. But, when I have the time, I’ve promised to take it. It isn’t possible that this year’s 4th and last could exist on more alternate planes of the universe. And, looking back, I couldn’t be happier about that. I’ve never been more grateful for changes in me and the evolution of our family. Continue reading “‘This is a Day of Independence, For all the Munchkins and Their Descendants’”
In these weeks post-op I’ve had some intermittent trouble with my hands being shaky. Something I’ve not had problems with before. It’s a strange side effect along with major heat intolerance that I hope will pass. So far, apart from the expected, these have been my only issues. I’ll accept them graciously. While I’ve opened myself up to a hell of a lot of hurt here by saying too much to the wrong people, well…let’s just say I couldn’t possibly care less anymore.
So, on to more important things.