Evolution

When I drive down the street in my neighborhood I know where I am.

Things are familiar, places have meaning, I can find my way home.

When I wait in front of the school I no longer stand alone.

I am greeted by name, smiled at, related to, told secrets.

When I see my girls at recess, they are in community.

There is laughter, relationship, a shared moment in time with someone who is

becoming a part of them.

My world is bigger now.

There are more faces and more names.

There are smatterings of push-pins that mark significant places and times.

My story is changing.

It doesn’t read the same way.

There were parts of it I never liked anyway.