So many little things. They build into memory. That’s what we do here. Mark it. Support it. Say it out loud.
Like MMiller0601, I too sent my child to pre-school. His first day was last wednesday and I don’t know who was more traumatized, he or I. He wouldn’t let go of me and I was overwhelmed. But we waved at each other and I let go of him as I am learning to do, bit by bit.
Yesterday, I saw an enormous crane swoop over the highway as I was driving. My son and I saw a sunset and it was orange and purple and amazing. We danced to the Beatles (who even though I am an unrepentant punk rocker in my heart I am still and always will be moved to happiness by). I think sometimes if we could just harmonize and sing along to the Beatles we’d be ok. We sang to the Violent Femmes and Long Blondes in the car. Danced to Peruvian music. Watched Indian Idol (India’s version) with my parents.
My sister came to visit and we walked and walked. She saw her nephew. We are always brother sister, even as we get older.
Last night I saw a friend who is no longer a friend who I had hurt and then stopped talking to me. I saw her at a friend’s show and she wanted to reconnect and I was cold. It was not a great experience, not particularly fulfilling but I keep learning things, good and bad.
