Each year draws to a close, I skim through all that I have written over the year and relive pockets of time from each month.
February brought with it a promise of reconnecting with the twins birthfather. The anxiety and fear fell behind once we connected and the progress is slow and organic.
April was an eyeopener in terms of understanding and accepting that my children had special needs. It is something I had known all along but it hit me all at once that the impacts are far-reaching and lifelong.
August started with promise. We went on a road trip to Canada. Mommy B visited us mid-month and the filming for the documentary hit a fevered pitch. The children started school at the end of the month.
September started with a death at the children’s school. They lost their favorite art teacher and the grief hit them all through the month.
October was a month for reflection on our adoption journey. We did not celebrate Navarathri this year but did visit others who did. It paved the way for a lot of reflection on what constitutes heritage and culture. Is it ingrained, are you born with it or do you acquire it?
November saw us contend with a surprise snow storm. The end of the month also saw me pull Laddu off formal schooling.
December has been mostly about homeschooling Laddu, library visits and planning for a family reunion at the end of the month.
The highlight of the year was my time at Yale for me and the influence it has had on my writing. I am looking forward to 2019 and hoping it will be the year I pursue my writing dream with constancy and rigor.
How has your year been? Do you have any rituals surrounding the end of the year?