I’m waiting alone (my husband is sick in bed) for the ball to drop in New York so I can go to bed knowing that New Years has officially arrived on this continent – Smiling at a memory of when I was 6 waiting for my parents to return from a New Year’s Eve party. . .
Lying in bed wide awake, scared to go to sleep: This was the first time in my life that a stranger was taking care of me; The first time my parents left me to go out. This New Year’s Eve thing was big.
My Mother spent money on a new dress. She even bought jewelry – a matching necklace and earrings – to go with the dress. Yup, this New Year’s Eve thing was huge.
Wide awake, alone in the dark, listening for their car to pull into the driveway – thinking New Year’s Eve was a once in a lifetime occasion. I hoped that another New Year’s Eve would happen in my lifetime so I could get a new dress with matching jewelry.
I’m still waiting for that once-in-a-lifetime-New Year’s Eve.