Friday, July 28, 2017
Somehow, I don't see the next chapter actually leading to a rustic cabin in the Ozarks or with me trying to pull a 45 foot boat into a slip without destroying a dock. I don't plan to join the corvette club or give up a night on the town with a good juicy steak. I think, at first, I will rest. I will give thanks for the amazing 22 years it has been with both children and I will remind them how proud I am of both of them. They are truly good people. After that, I may learn a few of my mother's recipes. There never was time to really cook together. I may travel a little more. I will go see my dad and maybe take him to Shapiro's in Indianapolis for a Corned Beef sandwich. Perhaps this is my time to reach out to friends who I haven't seen in years. I'll try not to show up at my children's doorsteps every weekend as I know that they have to spread their own wings and they don't need "Mom" there all the time. As frightening as it all seems, there is a sense of excitement too, because I know that such great things are ahead for both of my children. There are good things ahead, for me, too.
As I drop my daughter off at my old college, we both need matching shirts that say, "Lookout world, here we come!" She will begin a path I once traveled and I will forge ahead, carving out a new story that I can share with her each time we meet. Our stories will always intertwine and that fact, alone, is what gives me courage to walk a new path. I can't wait to hear of the amazing things she is doing and in turn, I will tell her of my new adventures. My son will join us and it will be like old times again. Because of them, I am not afraid of the next chapter. There is so much more to be written. While it feels like it's over, it's really not. It's just a new adventure waiting for us all.