I think back to my childhood when I had adults telling me what to do and not to do. That was ok then, but not now. I am making all the decisions and whether they are right or wrong, I live with the results. I learned that lesson as a child. If I did something to endanger myself or something I shouldn’t have. Well I reaped the tongue lashing. A gentle one but none the less effective.
I couldn’t wait to “grow up” and make my own decisions, but it isn’t as easy as it sounds!
I find myself going back to Selfridge St. to remember. I try to remember the love, the strength, and the family ties. I try to remember all that was good and warm and comfortable. I try to remember the religion I grew up with and the strength I am finding in it now.
I often wondered how my family made it through trying times and now I know. I know the secret: Faith, family and love. Imagine still growing up when you are a mother, grandmother and greatgrandmother. Will wonders never cease? Remarkable thing this growing up. I love it. Actually I am beginning to feel like the “Wise Old Owl”.
I wish all would have the life I did with the people I did. They did everything with love and gave you strength when it was needed. I had some fantastic family.. wish a lot more folks did.
Well Christmas went very well under the circumstances, which I shall not go into. It was Christmas Day when I made up my mind to go on.
I was facing A new year, A new me, and A new life. Now the decision how to do it was mine. I was in control of me!