All Is Well
Hi, moms!
All's well that ends well. Though of course motherhood never ends as long as we and our kids are on this earth—and it lasts longer than that, as I've blogged about in the past.
Emily and I are neighbors again, raising our sons to be the happiest, healthiest little people we can. Sean is out of the country, and it's not clear when (or if) he'll return. I assume, though the details of this are beyond me, that he might be facing some kind of legal trouble when (and if) he comes back. And knowing Emily, I'm sure she plans to make him pay—pay dearly—for what he's done.
I don't see Emily as much as I'd like. She's working so hard and being such a great mom, making up for lost time. But friendships wax and wane, and I know a time will come when we'll again hang out on her big, comfy couch, if she still has it. Miles tells me that Nicky has some new stuff in his house, different from when we lived there. I don't press him for details. There are some things, plenty of things, I don't want to think about.
Miles is doing splendidly at school, Nicky trailing only slightly behind.
We've all been through a lot. But little Nicky is the one my heart goes out to. He paid the highest price. Losing his mother and getting her back and then losing his dad. How will he ever learn to trust?
The only comfort is how strong kids are. How brave and tough and resilient. Nicky will survive this and grow from it—and grow up into an even more thoughtful, compassionate, wise adult. A more interesting person.
There will come a time when each one of us will be able to move on and put this behind us, when we learn to live with our secrets, to value them. Because they are a part of us too.
I couldn't have gotten through this challenging time without the love and support of the moms community.
God bless you, moms everywhere. Keep strong. Stay beautiful. And if you have a story like this, I encourage you to post it.
More soon.
Love,
Stephanie