Friday, July 16, 2010
Memories of Home
Wyandotte, wonderful city. Close my eyes and remember. At night, lying in bed, hearing the boats greet each other, or trains blowing their whistles into the night. Time of dime stores, drug stores with soda fountains, loop bus that went from Jefferson to Eureka to Fort to Goddard, around and around again. Such fun it was to ride that bus into Downtown Wyandotte to shop with Mom. My brother and I would look in the dimestore window while waiting for the bus to come to take us home. Christmas was especially exciting, seeing toys in the window, and all the hustle and bustle amidst cold winter nights. Living in one area your whole life, then moving is a challenge. Even though the move is not that far away. Somehow nothing compares to the place where you are from. When you go back, look around, remember, you think, this is where I am from, this is my roots, where nowhere else in the world I felt more comfortable. Then you realize, you never will. For this is Home.
Sunday, July 11, 2010
Empty Nest
Somehow I never truly thought of the day when I would face not be needed by the two children. My Daughter and Son were the main focus of my life always. As a single Mom, 24/7 was what was going on in their lives. I guess I must have done a good job because you are supposed to raise your children to live happy, wholesome lives without you. So why do I feel so empty? I look to my crafts, not enough, I have become involved in church, not enough (never have been a person to be around alot of women) My husband and I are (I got married three years ago) are now free to do whatever we want. But lack of money makes that impossible. I know there is still much out there for me at 63. My struggle to become independent and happy myself goes on. No one wants to become that mother you feel you have to go see, or I saw Mom, check. You want them to WANT to see you. To laugh with you. I know my life is far from over, I just need to get back on my feet and do what I have always done. Move on. Go forward. Be happy. I will overcome this.
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