I’ve never been good with transitions. Letting go of one thing in favor of another challenges the greedy part of me that would simply savor it all. But life’s not like that. Choice and change are elemental to each day, from the moment we place bare feet on the floor to the hour we again tuck them under our sheets.
Summer ended almost silently this morning as a school bus carried my youngest off to a new school year. My older two were already seated in high school classrooms by the time Matt took one of the privileged fifth grade seats at the rear of the bus.
Just yesterday, I wondered when I’d find twenty minutes to pick up bread and milk at the grocery. I was inexorably thrilled to fit a gas tank fill-up between drop-offs for football and soccer. “Family time” was forged in the bleachers of the high school stadium minus the daughter playing on the field below us. One moment paper-clipped to the next and the next with, hopefully, a dinner break wedged in somewhere along the way.
While I crave quiet moments when every emerging thought seems to coincide with a “Mom?” request, I perversely miss the interruptions when they abruptly evaporate.
We spent some time remembering favorite trips last weekend. I’ll be posting some highlights this week.