Happy April Fool's Day!
It's snowing in Evanston, IL. How is that possible? Oh, right, it's April Fool's Day. Fools who think April denotes Spring - well, a little beautiful morning snow nixed the idea of Spring on this rather cold and windy day. Wishing it were a bit warmer so I could enjoy my fingers in the ground, clothes on the line and warmer walks with the puppy.
Today is my first day of blogging. I love to talk so I thought, just a few minutes ago, "Why not blog?" and so here I am.
I am. A mum. A wife. A woman of a certain age. A spirit. Searching. Transforming. Growing. Learning.
On a journey to find my peaceful center, that I know exists but I seem to have misplaced over the last decade or so. Shocking, I know. How can one be without their peaceful center for so long? Well, I can definitely help you with the answer to that question - it's easy really. End a marriage, start a new relationship, get pregnant, miscarry, walk around lost, get pregnant again, birth daughter #2, start running...still running...marry the guy, love the kids, change jobs, open a new business, move said business, keep trying to catch up. See? It's not too hard to understand.
Today's strong desire to begin blogging was set off with me coming into the realization that on the very same day, coming up in August, both of my daughters will begin their new school years. One will be in elementary school and the other, college. They will manage this in two different states and I will not be present for one of their big days. That realization, well, it pretty much sucks.
I get it. Not too many people have a kid in elementary and one in college - but we do exist and I know many parents, like me, who are faced with the exact same situation and nothing can be done about it. Someone will miss out on having their mum present for their big day. Me thinks it will have to be the younger one. Her Daddio will be present, so there's that comforting thought. Except - he doesn't brush hair, he is super lenient, doesn't follow house rules very well - in short, he's not me. He is great at breakfast but not clean-up. He can pack a mean lunch, but once again, there's the clean-up issue. Dinner is not an issue - he'll just take the 8 out to eat. :D All in all, he's amazing. And, I know I can count on him to make it all wonderful in my absence. But who wants to have to miss out on any moment of their lives?
The 18 will be happy to have me all to herself. We'll drive 2 days to get to her new school and home; we'll have fun and sadness all mixed up along the way as well. Tears and laughter - some of the best medicine I know.
Just when the heck did I grow up? I think I missed that transitional moment - can I have a do over?
