Looking back….
Its nearly a year since the kid, and us, went through the trauma that is known as The Leaving Cert. It deserves capitalisation. If wordpress had sound associated with certain phrases, right now you would be listening to O Fortuna from Camina Burana. Don’t look at me like you don’t know it, you do.
Here, have a listen
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And so we’ve come full circle. Apart from O Fortuna being on the soundtrack to her life, in many many places, yesterday herself and the boy stayed over because she wanted to be extra early for her new job. Of course , she claimed not to have any good clothes, hence the arse out of our wardrobe and the constant stream of trousers that were being thrown my way. Mammy2 had the common sense to ring her sister and steer well clear of our bedroom. Once she had trousers, she needed a shirt. Then shoes. I mean she’s looking in a lesbian’s wardrobe for dress clothes. There’s a joke in there somewhere I’m sure of it. She was all set. It was werid her being her room again and throwing stuff around the place.
The room looked like a bomb went off and she had only walked into it?! Its a talent.
She was very funny trying on my clothes. Whereas before we used to be all the same size, she is a good bit taller and more filled out then I am. So when she tried on my trousers of course none of them fit her. She had a pair of black slacks which worked fine. She looked very smart. I asked her if she wanted to be called and suddenly I was back to the school days. Calling her, waiting for her very novel excuse as to why she couldn’t attend. Or when she finally got up writing in her journal how she was out ’sick’ to to the bubonic plague striking again. We were the unluckiest apartment in the whole block with the amount of diseases and ailments we seemed to pick up
I’ve gotten a few txts from her and she seems to be doing okay. She said she messed up a few transfers etc, but seeing as its her first day she’ll be grand. I just hope she sticks it out. It being her first job and all. I think anything is a step up from the FAS course in her mind. I asked if she was managing to squeeze in any drawing and she said a bit. Does she ever leave the sketch pad out of her hand?
When I think back over the last few years with her and how far she’s come even in the last six months I am constantly amazed by her. I can say that now as she’s not living with us 
Kidding. But when you think all she has gone through, all she has overcome and all she has managed to do whilst all of that was going on is amazing. I am so proud of her as she starts off into adultworld. Well, she’s not quite there yet. Hearing her talk about bills and rent and looking for a new place to live, I’m reminded just how much a kid she isn’t any more. She’s all grown up. And still stealing my clothes. She has yet to leave the apartment empty handed. If its not the ward-robe, its the fridge/press/bathroom.
I suppose talking about her now reminds me why this blog was set up in the first place. To document her actions and thoughts as she progressing through teenagehood. And now I realise that its not so much about her any more as she has moved out and leads her own life and I’m beginning to question whether to keep writing or not. After all the life of a 30 something married lesbian who likes potatoes
and meerkats pales in comparsion to a 16 year old emotionally charged suspended from school teenager. You can tell we’re related from that sentence right there can’t you? 
I’m not sure if I want to stop writing. I suppose I shall have a think about it. I guess I’ve invested a lot the blog over the years and at times it has been thearputic. I was hoping , if things went according to plan with the clinic to start at the other end of the spectrum from a teenager to a zygote. But so far nothing and the longer we wait, the more time moves on. That was very Hallmark/melancholic of me wasn’t it?
