And so it begins...
It was the spring of 2001, a particularly difficult year for my family and me personally.....my marriage was ending, my Mother was terminally ill and I recognized that I would have to find ways to better support my children and myself both emotionally and financially.
Often, our worst moments can be our best!
The marriage ended - my Mothers will to live and strong faith kept her with us until the summer of 2003 - The boys and I went for counseling to better understand and learn how to cope and support one another - I was offered a full time management position and made a decision to go back to university part time.
This was also the year that the boys and I took our first trip....we discovered Mexico. I had this urge to experience life in another culture and push my experiences beyond what I knew. The Mexican culture, language, history and arts are endless - more than enough for any lifetime.
It was a special trip. The trip provided the boys and I with an opportunity to begin a new chapter of our lives... to begin healing, laughing and letting go. I bought my first journal - it had a beautiful bright yellow cover - I began writing - the first line in that journal reads... and so it begins my love affair with Mexico
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3 comments:
I wish I would have kept journal. I have bits a peices written here and there and of course stashed away in the ol' grey matter. How old were the boys at the time?
I would say our worst moments can lead to our best. When you´re in the middle of the worst, it´s a little difficult to be optimistic. The worst time of my life was 14 years ago when I got divorced. However, had that not happened (and it was not my idea, the divorce), I would not now be in the best time of my life. Buena suerte.
Chrissy - In 2001, my boys were 11 and 14. They are now 19 and 22. I am very proud of them... good values and both attending university. Some days I wonder how I could be so "lucky". In any case, I am most grateful!
Felipe - You are absolutely right.
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