Wonderfully stated. As someone who is living the reality you so eloquently express, I can tell you that it’s all truth. Even the messy parts that we don’t truly enjoy in the moment.
I am not terribly fond of camping. I spent this past weekend on a Scouting weekend in the woods. It was cold and then the rain started on Saturday night.
After the campfire was over, my youngest was the last one left. As the senior Scout there, it was his responsibility to put the fire out before bed. He seemed almost wistful, knowing it was his last time at the annual cooking competition. He might have two more such camping trips left. We were the only two left in the darkness tending a dying fire under a cold sky with a few light sprinkles. We said little, but I think we both felt it.
Someday, I’m going to look back and wish I had one more wet weekend in the woods. For now, I’m glad I had the chance to be uncomfortable together.
What a beautiful moment so beautiful recounted- it made me tear up and yes I think our kids start to feel it too. While they can’t wait for the next adventure they also begin to notice the “beginning of the lasts”. It is indeed bittersweet.
Lovely! and so true. One more thing: another woman will come take your son away from you, eventually. Happened to me three times -- well to be honest two women and another man. Point is, this is over so fast. Of course there may be second chances with grnaschildren, but that too is over in a flash, seemingly. Cherish these times. satnd your ground in the doorway. your wings will be there when you want them again.
My piece to date. I needed to read this today, amplifying your points as it so tenderly does, to secure a message I’ve been waiting to truly land. Thanks my friend xxx
I wish that I'd had a mother who had made that choice. Mine didn't give me roots either. Kids deserve roots, and yours are lucky to have a mom who understands this. This is one of my favorite pieces of your writing to date. Thank you for sharing it with us.
Beautiful! Simply beautiful~~~~
Thank you 🙏🏻
Wonderfully stated. As someone who is living the reality you so eloquently express, I can tell you that it’s all truth. Even the messy parts that we don’t truly enjoy in the moment.
I am not terribly fond of camping. I spent this past weekend on a Scouting weekend in the woods. It was cold and then the rain started on Saturday night.
After the campfire was over, my youngest was the last one left. As the senior Scout there, it was his responsibility to put the fire out before bed. He seemed almost wistful, knowing it was his last time at the annual cooking competition. He might have two more such camping trips left. We were the only two left in the darkness tending a dying fire under a cold sky with a few light sprinkles. We said little, but I think we both felt it.
Someday, I’m going to look back and wish I had one more wet weekend in the woods. For now, I’m glad I had the chance to be uncomfortable together.
What a beautiful moment so beautiful recounted- it made me tear up and yes I think our kids start to feel it too. While they can’t wait for the next adventure they also begin to notice the “beginning of the lasts”. It is indeed bittersweet.
Lovely! and so true. One more thing: another woman will come take your son away from you, eventually. Happened to me three times -- well to be honest two women and another man. Point is, this is over so fast. Of course there may be second chances with grnaschildren, but that too is over in a flash, seemingly. Cherish these times. satnd your ground in the doorway. your wings will be there when you want them again.
Oh no Anne now you made me cry (again!) so true and obviously what we want for our kiddos but also heartbreaking as well.
My piece to date. I needed to read this today, amplifying your points as it so tenderly does, to secure a message I’ve been waiting to truly land. Thanks my friend xxx
Thanks for letting me know- there is nothing more gratifying as a writer than when something really lands for a reader 🙏🏻
This literally brought tears to my eyes. So tender. So aware. Blessings on you and your little squad.
Thanks Jamie - it’s not easy sometimes 🙏🏻
I wish that I'd had a mother who had made that choice. Mine didn't give me roots either. Kids deserve roots, and yours are lucky to have a mom who understands this. This is one of my favorite pieces of your writing to date. Thank you for sharing it with us.
Thanks Julie - sometimes the best posts come from the hardest truths 🙏🏻
Beautiful.
Thank you 🙏🏻