Normal?

What is Normal?

Ascending to normal? Is there really a normal?  While ascending to find that normal I am looking for, it wasn't so clear to me anymore of what normal actually was.  What is my normal?  Do any of us have a true normal?  Was my normal when I was a baby, so sweet and innocent, where everyone loved me and held me for hours?  Was my normal when I was a young child hanging out with all the neighbor kids, riding bikes from home to home without a care in the world?  Or could I have been normal when I was a teenager always thinking I was invincible and knew it all?  Maybe it was when I was first married experiencing a new freedom, a new companion.   Was normal when I lost loved ones that left my heart hurting with a pain that would never go away? My normal could've been when I became a new mother holding a new beautiful life in my arms spending countless hours rocking and feeding the infant through the long nights. Was my normal when our first home was being built and picking out all the features to make our new house a home?  Or maybe it's when the kids were getting older and more involved in activities and events where I watched and cheered them on, encouraging them in all their doings.  Maybe my normal was when I became a grandma holding a new generation of my posterity in my arms. Was my normal when my kids became more involved in their lives leaving me with a soon to be empty nester feeling? Is my normal when I go through trials so hard that I fall?  Or is my normal when I can feel peace and joy?  What is our normal?  What is my normal?  How do I ascend when I don't know which path will take me to normal. This I do know, I have to keep climbing. Climbing until I find that normal which will fit me at this time. Life is always changing. Things happen to change us and mold us. Our normal must change through these times also. I will ascend, I will climb these walls and I will find my new normal.