In the process of healing from life and its tragedies, I've heard and am finding that all things creative can be a form of therapy, along with sharing and expressing one's self and one's creations.
Here lies part of my journey to find Peace, Love, and Forgiveness in this crazy life of mine.
Tuesday, February 15, 2011
Strange How My Brain Works
I have been sitting up reading and doing some writing. Everyone else has gone to bed and it just dawned on me that, somewhere in the back of my mind, I have been waiting for my 18yr. old daughter to call me to tell me she's on her way home or ask me to pick her up - and that's not going to happen. It's strange how I know she's moved but part of me is still thinking that she's here. We are such creatures of habit. I wish I had more good habits programmed into me than I do. Ah, well.... :)
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I left home at 18, just thinking about your post. Wow, that was a long time ago. I was upset at my Mom at the time because she wanted me to stay home but nagged at me incessantly. I don't think she meant to, she was just frustrated with her own life. I left to follow my boyfriend at the time who was joining the RCMP. I lived on my own, had my own apt. and a job. Looking back, wish I'd stayed home.
ReplyDeleteI'm sure your daughter will be fine. Your daughter sounds independent like I was.
Thanks Clara, I appreciate your comments. :) I think she'll be fine too. It's hard to do but we have to give them the freedom to grow up.
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