I have been the whole week living in the wrong day of the week. On Tuesday, I woke up thinking it was Saturday, on Wednesday, I woke up thinking it was Monday, and yesterday, I woke up thinking it was Saturday and I almost did not turn on my work computer in disbelief!

Some weeks or days are just like that…

And I think it was because so much was packed in one single week that seems impossible that only 5 or 6 days have passed. Let me tell you: Saturday 26Jun, was the birthday of my oldest nephew; he is 14 years old now and it is the first birthday he has in his new country. Sunday 27Jun, a neighbor from Caminoheads became a grandfather for the first time which obviously is pretty amazing… to me almost comparable to the day when my oldest nephew came to this world…. Thursday 01Jul, it was the 41st anniversary of my mother’s passing to cancer… at the same time, this baby just born will make a week on earth this Sunday and then this Monday is the 12th birthday of my youngest nephew, also in his new country where they have been already for almost 3 months… which means too, a season has passed… they left in the fall, and now it is winter time here.

And I was thinking what time represents… and I guess it is because I continue to think on how our “bumping into others” shapes our lives… Let me explain this thought a bit more: I am 46 years old and by now, I have been an aunt for 14 years, which represents almost 1/3 of my life; so for the last third of my life, my own life has been shared first with one human who is related to me, and then, 1/4 of my life with two. And as you can imagine, it is hilarious what can come from sharing your life with two nice little/now not-so-little boy humans, and at the same time, it has been inevitable to feel the weight of not having my mother for the 90% of my life… I guess, we realize the weight people and events have in our lives as time passes, which is the equivalent as the time we have spent “bumping into” or “rubbing against” these. The good news is that while we keep bumping into, our lives continue to be shaped and that is the important thing. It is a challenging and poignant pilgrimage.

These days, actually for the last 0,55% of my life, I have been shaped by “rubbing against” the fact that I am the long-distance & cyber aunt of two teenager boys, and on top of that, I must do my best to be cool! What I can tell is that it not easy!!! For example, I texted them with the emergency phone number to call if there is an alligator in their backyard, and they replied with the “facepalming emoji” and no words.

Doing my best to be cool (and know the day in which I live) Loves,

Cris