I never thought they’d grow up, and now I can’t believe they have. Their rooms are semi comfortable, but at sixteen, nineteen, and twenty one, it usually takes friends coming over before they’ll “straighten up.” I no longer go in their rooms! I think my kids benefited from the security and individualization they each experienced having their own space. It’s always appeared that way to me.
Now, it was time for mom. I had a big master bedroom. When my partner moved in, he put up a wall and a door going into a square, where my bed belongs. I have a nice sitting room when you walk in, and a door that goes through to all my thoughts and fears and dreams and loneliness. My little cubby. I have decorated it the way I want, with Native American Indian pottery and two Indian dolls, several angels, crystals and stones with healing properties. Earrings with healing properties in their stones as well, a wooden statue of the Blessed Mother from the olive trees lining the path Jesus walked in Jerusalem. I have a wooden angel from Bethlehem, made from an olive tree as well, and my own TV where I can watch whatever I want, and no one owns the remote but me!
I have a master bath with a Jacuzzi. And I had a walk in closet that my partner just tore apart, and built back to my needs. I wanted shelves to put my clothes on, not drawers, where you can’t find anything you’re looking for. I printed out pictures from the Internet that match the colors in my comforter, and just put them in those plastic sleeves they sell, and taped them on the walls. My three windows have a view of the front lawn and the beautiful mountains of Pennsylvania on the horizon. I asked for a down comforter for Christmas, a featherbed for my birthday, and another featherbed just because. My partner also bought me down pillows. This is my spot to relax and think and figure things out. And to pray and speak out loud to my angels and spirit guides and Higher Power, which are all very personal to me.
