Tonight at dinner, my daughter and I laughed so hard, we nearly fell out of our chairs. But then my mind flashed forward to one year from now when both my girls will be in college. I truly saw it, like a psychic or like I’d looked looked ahead in the book to see the ending. When my husband works late, I will be home eating dinner alone. I admit the thought was rather crushing. I keep trying to remember the bright side– more time to focus, to do what I want. But the fact is that next year, on nights like tonight, the house might feel cavernous. All I can say is that some days it will be fine–good even. Others, I will be crushed with remembering.
Oh those last two lines Julie. Holding the paradox with tenderness. Thankyou
“or like I’d looked looked ahead
in the book to see the ending.”
I am right here with you, Julie. This being a mama, this life - is such a tender thing. You captured it so beautifully here. ♥️