After five years, I am back. I am writing again.
So much has changed. I have a son now. He is four years old. He is very different from me. I don't even know if I am raising him. I certainly live with him. I know he is watching me. He learns and copies sometimes and he is learning how to live life from me and those around him. I like him. He is funny and loves to laugh from the depth of his stomach. His teachers say that he is loving and plays carefully with his friends. He loves to play. From waking until he sleeps off, he plays hard.
Much more has happened to me personally since I had him. I am not who I was before. Maybe I never am every day. There is a new me. it's almost as if for everything I learn, I change. And so it should be, no?
