Days Like This

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The house is quiet. The kind of hush that comes from the end of the holiday season and the bitter cold of winter’s kiss. The tree came down today and along with it all the decorations which filled this small space called home. I am at once sad and relieved. My last Christmas under one roof with my sons. No matter that a new life, a new start awaits us all-change is difficult. I don’t need to say good-bye to the warm memories of all the shared holidays; they are in our hearts and minds forever. Even though my boys are in the twenties (oldest turned 24 yesterday!), the little child in them still exists during this time of year. This despite their responsibilities as young adults at work in the wide and wacky world!

Last night as we sipped champagne, my youngest son’s best friend remarked as to how rich we are. We are indeed awash in abundance.  This wealth does not come from living an overly large home that is pristine in its vapid sterility. At best it is cozy with photos of family gracing shelves and tables. Moments of warmth and love captured and held still in time. Places experienced. The refrigerator door is covered and cluttered with quotes of the famous and not so famous ( that would be us!) and more photos-especially of the boys through the years. Our bedrooms reflect who we are and serve as a haven after long days when the outside world causes chaos.

Our wealth comes from a multitude of sources. We’ve grown into our present life through the fits and starts.  The rocky adolescence made worse by their father’s shenanigans and ultimate abandonment was tempered by the saving graces of therapy, our awesome faith community and the determination to always make joy and positive memories amidst the pain.  We mined loving nuggets of gold from these times.  We grew a new and better life.

So here I sit on this chilly January night, holding fast to all that is good. Preparing once again for a new phase. Glad to keep one another close as we walk the path together for a short while longer until the road diverges.

 

 

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10 thoughts on “Days Like This

    1. Happy New Year to you as well! I know that the next six months will be bittersweet as we move on from here. But I am so looking forward to my upcoming marriage and the boys’ forward movement into their own lives. We are all ready in the best of ways. 🙂

  1. The best kind of nuggets! I’m sure the change is bitter sweet, yet soon you will make new memories that will become cherished rituals in due time, and during those occasions when everyone gets together it will all the more special. 🙂 Happy New Year!

    1. Happy Happy New Year Sharon!

      I have not tended to my writing nor to my fellow bloggers posts much this past month. My energy directed me towards more contemplation during December. Unplanned for sure but perfect for the darkest month.

      Oh my! I am quite flattered by your high praise regarding reading my posts! A pot of green tea is indeed the perfect accompaniment!

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