Sort of starting out late in life, but in truth have always been, but just now taking seriously my search for my true self and purpose. One of which should never be, as pointed out by loving spouse and evidenced in these two opening sentences, writing words of explanation. Or any kind, for that matter.
In rounding up the kinfolk for the holiday, I received replies from four of five nieces/nephews (on my side of the family only) and noticed their job titles or fields of interest beyond their college educations. From D.C., “Director of Research, The Institute for Higher Education Policy”; from Philly, “P.E., Urban Engineers, Inc.”; from Washington State, “Graphic Design, K2-Snowboards” and from New Hampshire (soon to be, from Spain), Elementary School Teacher (formerly, Graphic Design). Another nephew holds a position of authority in a Florida based company.
They are all, my anxious, now all grown-up members of my family who call me Aunt Susan, established professionals. They eagerly await my own graduation, and have spurred me onward, now a bit disappointed, I suppose, that the trail ends next summer (instead of five years hence). Over each “A” I have pointed to proudly, I have also pointed out their relation to myself in the gene pool. I am proud of each and every one of them, and would that I could, no matter how much I love them, I would steal away their youth and beauty in a flash.
The Lost Children: A Charity Anthology