Actually, I just made up that number. I’ve heard numerous people say things like “on to the next phase (or chapter) of your life.” So as I sit here in Lydia’s kitchen (taking a break from packing because, quite frankly, I have no idea what she needs to survive for the next two weeks. I mean, I know what I would keep but she is not me…she’ll be happy to know that.) while she is in the next room making plans for HER next phase with the love of her life.
“Phase 9” is actually a very odd place for me to be. I’ve never been here before. I’m not quite sure what to do or what to say. Sometimes I feel like I say just the right thing and the next thing I know I’ve swallowed both of my feet. But, because I care more about my relationship with my family than about winning the discussions (though Tom or my baby brother or sister may argue with this statement), I am willing to get the shovel and dig my feet out.
The thing that I really appreciate about these relationships with my family is that we have a history of love and trust. So, while we might not always like what the other one is saying, we’re able to somehow muddle our way back to a place of, well, love and trust.
And from there I can actually enjoy watching my kids go through THEIR next phases. We remember the romance and the plans…don’t we Tom. 🙂 We still have a few plans of our own.