A week has passed just like that. I hadn't meant to abandon everything here like that. I find that I'm feeling the need to pull back and regroup and figure out what my next best step is. Meanwhile, we're smack-dab in the middle of the holiday season. The long Thanksgiving weekend went by in a whirlwind of family and friends and ferry rides.
Stayed up late one night talking with my sister. I used to know her better than anybody and now she is this almost-stranger who looks like me. We talk mostly about family stuff. I am so glad to have her in my life; I know that someday we will be closer again. For now we are like that line in the song Southern Cross: "My love is an anchor tied to you, tied with a silver chain." There is a bond there that can't be broken, but there are many links between us.
The rest of the weekend made me think of a quirky little Elton John song, Mona Lisas and Mad Hatters. "I thank the lord for the people I have found."
Then there is my mom, who is essentially my co-parent, who always is there when I need her for a child care emergency or a financial emergency, or advice, or help with Hijo's dad, or anything at all. I don't even have to ask, she is just there.
At Thanksgiving dinner we were given slips of paper and pencils to write down what we were thankful for. I think I misunderstood the instructions, because most everyone wrote just one thing. I made a list. I started with, "I am grateful that Hijo is healthy" and I just kept going until I got to the bottom of my little paper and there was no more room.