So, last week I said to a friend, "I rarely get sore throats now…” That will teach me.
Recovery has included lots of echinacea, goldenseal, tea, sleep, and stitching down the edges of "uncertainty".
There is something very freeing about these wild whipstitches, made without a care for the view on the other side.
The latest "uncertainty" moment . . . a couple of days ago, sixteen year old Blue was planning a night out with friends. It involved driving back and forth across the city, to several locations, late at night, with drivers we don't know. (Actually, I had met one of the drivers when she was a baby. She was adorable, and the younger sister of one of my five year old students, who I adored. Is that enough information to go on?) And to top it off, they weren't sure of exactly when and where they would be- only where they would begin and end. I'm not sure when I became one of those mothers, but I have. I fretted inside and out.
I dropped him off, grabbing him in a frantic hug, "Be smart. Be safe. Come back. I need you to come back!" Fortunately, we both survived. If only parenthood could come with that carefree feeling I have while stitching on this, with no worries for what might come.