Adjusting to life: And just like that, Life happens.
And just like that, I am visiting my son in his new apartment.
His own place.
On his own-
Making his own decisions. Growing. Paying his own bills. Decorating, arranging, buying...
Growing into a man.
Into the adult he will become one day.
Three hours away from me.
Claiming and living his independence. With a life ahead that will test him, carry him, love him, compensate and provide.
A life with disappointments just for him, and him alone, that will hurt my heart as if they were mine, while I remind myself it's ok, pain is part of life, and I can't protect him from it. I can only be there, next to him, with my heart open.
A life with rewards, just for him, that I will celebrate as if they were mine. Then I will stop and give thanks to God for those little moments.
He moved in with his girlfriend and my goddaughter. The three of them walking into a new life.
Into independence and adulthood.
On their own-
Growing.
I left emotional.
Crying with my hands on the wheel while driving.
Sad, emotional, proud.
Then the fire, the evacuations, the traffic, and the accident happened.
I don't know what happened. I just know I saw through my mirror the car behind me coming really fast and I prepared to be hit and to brake so I wouldn't hit the truck in front of me.
This saved me from not hitting the truck and from hitting myself.
Lucián and I are ok, but I am a little sensitive about it.
The day before my little niece had slammed the door on my finger nail. I almost cried of pain-
If I start looking at my luck...
Last month was extremely difficult for many reasons-
Plus COVID 19 and everything else. In Seattle. The country. The world.
But, perhaps, my luck is on the other side of the coin.
On the good side.
I have no idea how my finger and nail almost look as if nothing happened to it.
The accident could have been way worse, especially if I had hit the truck in front of me. And I don't want to imagine the impact on myself if I hadn't seen the accident coming.
Plus it happened minutes after I left my cousin's house, and I was able to call my brother and had him come to the scene with my sister-in-law to be there and help us out.
I am emotional and sensitive, but grateful and whole.
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