Thoughts on the Day After

A few days after some mild chelation of lead (hopefully), Liberty gets up today after a nap, walks into the kitchen and says, "Eat."

Smiling, I think, are my dreams coming true or am I dreaming?

I am dazed and confused in the aftermath of Christmas, after all of the hustle and bustle and running around and checking off lists and thinking too much. We are lazing around the house, eating a little of this and that of the leftovers, punctuated by too much fudge, watching mindless TV shows and not complaining; our usual routine way off, not caring when we snooze and when we get up.

It's bliss, this lounging. I'm not used to it. Liberty was completely into Christmas, so hyper he could not sleep, wanted to do nothing but sit around the tree with his new stuff and talk to himself in the usual Liberty chatter we are used to now. He cried when the family left, so much so he would not get out of my sister's car. He waved bye-bye crying. This used to be the kid who didn't care or at least did not notice who came and went.

This is big stuff. Liberty is coming back to us. Slowly, he is changing.

We are perched at the edge of a new year drifting in the ocean of potential realities, rich with possibilities and hope.

A time for dreaming.