Lucky duck
I went to walk the dogs today in City Park and a friend/neighbor was on her way there and so we joined forces and did a major walky talky – she’s older and her child is grown but it doesn’t mean her mothering has ended as she is now a grandmother with lots to do. But where we are is familiar – looking at the rest of our life which would most likely span a shorter time than what came before, and trying to let go of who we became in an effort not to give way to despair – we worked like trojans, took care of others, and never once lost control – and now we are trying to give up the very thing that we have become experts in – control.
At one pause in the conversation, we rounded the lagoon and before us stood mighty oaks dripping with moss and she said, “Isn’t it beautiful.”
“We’re lucky ducks to live by this park,” I said.