It’s Tuesday, January 3rd 2017. And there’s just five days left until my beautiful boy leaves home.
How does that feel?
It feels very, very strange. I waver between euphoria at the thought of finally being able to live a ‘normal’ life and deep, deep sadness at thought of missing my young man so much. It is a constant up and down rollercoaster ride of emotions, daily.
The ironic thing is, I fought for this change for many months. Following lots of tears and many man hours at the laptop building our future, emailing the relevant people, those powers that be that make all the decisions and hold our lives in their hands, having meetings with Rune’s college and the two social workers involved and generally building my case as to why Rune should be awarded the funds which would enable him to become a resident at St. Josephs, I won our case.
It wasn’t easy but like many, many other amazing happenings I’ve achieved in my life, I approached the situation without the belief ever entering my head that I wouldn’t achieve my goal. I seem to be blessed with a force of will, a power within me that enables me to see the end result and become one with it. And for that, I’m grateful as it’s certainly served me well over the years. At times, that force of will and sheer belief in my abilities to create something better than my current reality, has, quite literally, kept me alive. But that’s a story for another time…
I’m off to sew some more name tags in clothes.