Things that I own

Whenever we think about ownership we think about things. Things you have, a car, a house, a mortgage.

Yesterday, I had to write an e-mail where I made a case for other types of "things" that I own and that I consider mine. After that I sat there pondering what else do I own? What else is mine and no one else's?

I own the day I decided to come to Canada.

I own that phone call and exhilarating feeling of accomplishment I felt when I defended my thesis and called my Dad from the UBC campus to say "I've done it, I passed"

I own that moment when I found out I was pregnant for the first time and did not tell anyone at all, no one at all. I wanted to sit with it for a while. This was mine.

I own the phone calls of expectation when Sebastian took his own long sweet time to arrive.

I own that day when Sebastian was 6 weeks old and we went to the beach on a cool June morning and we sat together, me with a book and him by my side.

I own the bewilderment of finding out that Benjamin was on his unexpected way and I own the abject fear of losing him after he was born.

I own my arrival at the airport after writing my RCPS exam and I own the time my Dad spent in front of the computer pushing the refresh button on the RCPSC website until my pass was made official.

I own the level headedness, company and friendship Michael has given me.

I own the frustration and anger I feel every time I see a child with special needs who is being bullied.

I own every mindful moment I have had that has reminded me to be mindful.

I own walks by a river, runs on the beach, biking on trails, dinners at sunset, looks out a window, cuddles on couches and sitting by fires.

I own all of my long talks with friends. I own my gratitude when friends listened.

I own the memories I have made with other people. Those are mine and maybe theirs if they want them, but they are mostly mine.

To sum it all up, I own the contentment of my life.