Intimidation

I started this, and now I've not found the right 'moment' to write in it? I'm a total chicken.

My son turns six tomorrow. I'm so proud of who he has become. He's very down-to-earth, yet has an insane streak as wide as his mother's. He reads like a fiend. He laughs easy and loves with all his being. Gods how I love that boy.

His father's not so bad either. I'm truly blessed. I've come far from that lanky, stringy-haired girl I used to be. (Still am, deep down inside.) But she never knew she would grow up and surround herself with a family full of love. She never knew that there could be a bit of peace in her household, that she would grow up and be able to come home without dread or remorse. I owed that to her, and I'm so glad I could come through for her. I wanted to say 'she deserved better than her first father'...but as I wrote it, I knew it was a lie. No one deserves anything-- we get what we get, no tricks, no failings of fate, no sick twists of destiny. It's just the way it is. And I survived him, as did my mom. We both moved on to bigger and better things and never forget what we mean to each other, brought so close like we were by those times in our past.

Let the intimidation pass...