Liberation

For causes I can't explain.  All of the previous year have not recognized my age.  Kept thinking I was actually the age I am now, on my birthday.  Last year, though a year younger, somehow thought of myself as the next year's age, this year's age.  Now that it's here, it's as though I'm the same age in my head two years running.  Now it's official: I'm the age I've thought of myself all of last year.  No idea why.


It's also a significant year in that my child will also be 'of age'.  'Free'.  A legal adult.  In a way, we are both liberated, in different ways.


God willing, there will be many new beginnings, and the intense pain of transition, yet again.  Still metamorphosing, further along in the journey. 


A home, a 'permanent' home.  Longer than a one year lease, at least.  A place to stretch out and regroup, again, in preparation for the actual permanent 'permanent' home, where a grandma age person will spend the rest of her days, to settle, organize, and progress, for a change.  Taking a shot at lost time with a beloved son that really can't be made up, however more than in recent years, to scratch the surface of a rebonding that will take the better part of the rest of my life. 


My mother was this age when she remarried, uprooting herself and relocating for a person she has now been married to longer than my father, who I've not seen since our grandmother passed eight years ago.  My mother is a point of reference.  She's making plans for the rest of her life, and this time nearly twenty years ago she embarked on a whole new life.  If she can do it, I can.  It's not too late for another chapter in the legacy, that my son can very soon again be a part of, and his children as well, when the time comes.


God willing.

Leap Day

How many blog titles today that are the same?  Did I have the same title four years ago?  I've been here that long...  Google's meme today had bunnies; so do we.  The bigger lop eared girl puts her chin on the upper platform so that her 'husbun', who's been 'fixed', can groom her, which is licking like cats do to each other as well.  And cats do to rabbits when they share the same home.

Once in four years; where will be be this time in the next four years?  He will be out of school, maybe in college.  We'll be in another home, a real, permanent house.  Mom's house, eventually grandma's house, with the animals, and a dog, too.

The car isn't as important.  It needs to be comfortable, reliable, and roomy, for the critters when we travel.  We'll have more help, so the animals won't have to go with us every time we take trips, only the ones that enjoy traveling or will do better by going with some new scenery or more playtime.

He'll likely have his own car, too.  Reliable and safe, maybe not the one he wanted, though he'll be content by the time it's done.

Building and repairing relationships will be underway.  Connecting with family more and spending significant events together, for as long as we can, as much as we can.  There's really no making up for lost time.  We'll do the best we can.