Q:where?
A: For me: still the same room. For Lucy: upstairs
Q:what?
A: my own bedroom!!!!!!
Q:when?
A:now:-)!!!!!!
Lucy and I have always been begging and pleading for our own rooms. Well, now we’ve got them!!!
We’ve got this AWESOME plan BUT (and as you can see it is a big bold but) I can’t tell them to mom and dad so I better not write them on the blog because mom and dad read the blog.
Bayla (Now 9!) is the youngest member of the Clan Ross-Blevis. You can read more from Bayla here.
Lucy is turning eleven and craves her own bedroom.
Long gone is my era of sewing for hours each day.
The result is our family’s summer project: transforming my personal haven into Lucy’s own room.
Digging through my much loved creative space, tightly packed with hastily stashed pockets of my personal, family and professional history, has drenched me with memories. And with tears.
Artwork, receipts, cards, letters and scrawls. Job offers, lab notes, smiling babies I barely recall. Relics from my roaring twenties. Glimpses of eleven years of juggling parenting, career, creativity and me.
Loads of it purged.
I’m thrilled for Lucy. She’ll love her new room.
I just need to remember that this personal archeology is not about wrapping up me.
It’s about eliminating clutter. Clearing out cobwebs. Letting go. And celebrating the beautiful young ladies our girls are becoming.
It’s about life. And there’s lots more to come.
Andrea Ross was diagnosed with breast cancer October 6, 2009 and intends to survive and thrive. You can read more from Andrea here.
Just a few days ago, dad taught us how to play euchre and we’re having a blast playing family games in the evenings. We’ve played Rat-a-tat-cat, Ruckus,Life and many more great games! We’re having a great summer! Bayla and I are getting along very well. We went to a family reunion in Kingston on Sunday and we had a great time! So far I give our summer five stars!
Lucy (10) is the second youngest member of the Clan Ross-Blevis. You can read more from Lucy here.
Sharing this journey online has rewarded me with opportunities to connect with friends and relatives from the distant past.
Living this journey has rewarded me with the courage to face old fears, step beyond the comfort of keystrokes and into real-time, face-to-face encounters.
My white blood count is still low (I had a good cry over that news this morning). And various muscles and joints are still struggling with the effects of chemo.
But I feel like myself again — only better, stronger and happier. Really.
I am the rebuilt me.
And, with every thought and every choice, I’m working to stay that way.