Flapper's Folly

I really dropped the ball blog-wise in December, but I was juggling plenty elsewhere. So much work and anticipation building up to one day is stressful, but I can honestly say that my family and I had a wonderful Christmas. We are blessed in every way. I am very thankful.

The older I get, the more I appreciate good times. There was a time I never really enjoyed the moment for worrying what disaster was around the corner. I now know there will always be troubles that come and go. Hopefully, small ones. (Knock on wood) :) All the more reason to savor those precious moments when all is well.

A few years ago, in the middle of a separation and divorce and alienated from my son, I never would have believed things could work out so wonderfully. I'm now married to my true companion, a remarkable man with whom I am compatible in ways I continue to discover. After living with us for almost two years, my son loves me and is happy. He has brought a wonderful girl into our lives whom we love and appreciate in so many ways. He is less than two hours away and I talk to him several times a week. In my opinion, that's damned good for a 20 year old male. Note to all guys: Call your mother!

My ten year old stepson and I have finally forged a relationship which feels strong and true. I love him. We have him about half the time and there are inherent difficulties with his mother, but I know that everntually he will be grown and we won't have to deal with her any more. Of course, first we will have to go through his teens and I don't expect it to be easy. I only hope my experience and perspective will help in the process.

Now, the only sad part of this soliloquy. I've been so lucky that for a few years my daughter has lived in the metroplex. She and her husband, whom we love and is a huge help to us so often and a great cook to boot, live about an hour away. She and I get to go on fun shopping expeditions and often share her horrible commute on the phone. My dear daughter, my best friend, is moving. January 31st, she will begin a new job in Lubbock. I'm proud and happy as can be for her. It's the right move, career wise. It's her old familiar stomping ground and I think they will be happy there. But I will miss her so much.

I have to remind myself to appreciate the moment again and remember that I made a change that affected all these people a few years ago. Change is not bad. We really can't foresee what glorious things are in store for us.

Happy New Year!