Eighteen redlights
February
19
The number of lights between my house and work have begun to fascinate me. Between them I go from being a mommy and wife, morphing into a grown adult woman with a fair bit of anonymity and a hefty chunk of respect. People have to do what I say. And they don’t forget and start playing with Lego again! lol
Somewhere along the way – is it after the third or the fourth? – I remember what a sense of humor is and to not sweat the small stuff. Why can’t I do that at home?
The return trip is no different, equally transforming. Stress doesn’t melt away until after the nineteenth, but the longing for home starts as I approach the first. And there at the very least three Tim Hortons to ease my pain. Coming or going.
Robyn
cecilia
Kalanna
