It's getting late on this unseasonably cold Saturday afternoon in March and I'm having a nice cup of tea... it's been an interesting day, I'm flying solo this weekend, Mr M is away on business, and things look different when you're on your own...
I've driven more than 80 miles today without going anywhere. I mean, I did go places, you know... school and football pitches and hockey pitches and cricket net places... but I didn't go anywhere as such. It's a weird world.
And I love driving... 'the road' was one of the great themes of my teenage years... the myth of the road... Kerouac... and Springsteen... my favourite holidays are driving holidays...
I don't think Jack would have written such a great masterpiece if his travelling had been between the football match and the hockey match whilst drinking cold tea out of a portable mug.
Thunder Road? It definitively wasn't about the road to the cricket nets.
My life was going to be full of adventures and I was going to be a citizen of the world and super cool with the wind in my hair and the sun setting in front of me... there might have been a motorbike in there too... oh and a great tan. Yes definitively a tan and really well fitting jeans. Not 'mom' jeans.
It's funny really.
But actually you know what? even if reality has turned out completely different... I'm more than ok with that. 'My road' is still good, it's brilliant in fact. I'd drive double the distance for my boys to do things they like.
Today whilst No 3 was hastily eating his lunch before the next activities he answering online quizzes to see which Hogwarts house would best suit him (still hoping his latent magic skills might appear soon, bless)... I said something on the lines of "it's ok, if we're not magic, we can be normal and be happy"... he looked at me and said "there's no such thing as normal mum, we're all different, normal doesn't exist"
Oh well, that told me, right?
My ten yr old taught me that my life is not 'normal'... it's MY life, different from anyone else's and therefore special. Which is cool by me because that was what my teenage self always wanted: to be special, to be different, to be me.
Who would have thought.
I have been 'on the road' after all...
On a completely different not I've been obsessing about this song:
I really want to buy a pair of cowboy boots now.
(I managed to finish my third 'Acer' shawl. As soon as I finish here I'll go and block it. Big reveal soon)