Sunday, July 1, 2012
Where I am born, part 2
Mom called this morning to tell me that there are pots and pans on QVC. She is worried because I only have one pot and nothing matches. I steam vegetables in a colander, and my cookie sheets double as pot lids.
I don't want non-stick pans. I like things sticky, or at least I like Revere ware. Gotta get to the thrift store, buy a pot and a pink dress. Gotta get used to my new digs. Gotta keep writing and painting.
When I was seven, born again in Chester, Virginia, I went house to house looking for friends. I found some.
When I was 34 and my son was born, I was born again, looking for other mothers, trying to figure out how I would protect my darling boy. Again, I went door to door, mommy group to mommy group, in search of friends. And again, I found them.
So "here I am again on my own, going down the only road I've ever known," (How many times am I going to quote that song? God help me!) seeking out friendships, but this time it's not for me. This time, it's for my little boy, who is sitting with his own notebook, writing his own stories, reminding me that alone time is often a good thing. A good time to work things out, to be creative, to find our inner selves. I'm not really "alone" and neither is he. But I'm still going to help him make friends. Here he comes with "Fun Dip." Good times. Fun times.