Lives within life

Each of us in our one life can live many lives. My partner used to be a biker babe, a perennial student, a vagabond a la Kerouac. She used to be "straight." She used to own a house with someone else. One of her first incarnations was daughter.

References to my past lives are peppered throughout this blog and no doubt will be manifest in future posts. We are always someone's child which influences the course of the lives we choose. The mates, the chums, the careers, permeating all. For this reason, my current life gives me pause.

My partner and I will be interwoven throughout our kids' lives. Day to day, we live in a moment not pondering what the kids will remember. A recollection could attract or repel either kid to things and to people.

My own childhood reverberates through me, mostly unconscious. But not too far below the surface. This current phase of my life passes swiftly for me. I know it is slow for my kids who "can't wait for" this or that day to arrive. I remember the same feeling. Seven years is nothing at my age. It is the whole of their life for my soon to be seven year olds. Of course, it is a lifetime.

In two years, I will be seven times seven. I will have lived more than seven lives within this one. I will be wondering what the rest of my ever shortening life will bring. My kids will be thinking it's all taking too long, unaware of how many lives their life will hold.