I had a pang at the grocery store today at the sight of so many mothers with their children. Not because I want my children to be at home forever, necessarily; more as a recognition of one part of my life having passed, and another part beginning, as both of my children are now in school all day.
I think there is something about the finality of my Grandmother's passing that has given me a nudge to jump back into my own life. The waiting and watching was hard. I've been listing all of the projects that have been on my mind for as long as I can remember, and deciding what to take on now, and what can wait. It has also helped that it's been a foggy week...feels right to be inside getting my house in order. Summer sheets have been exchanged for flannel, screens have come off the windows, extra blankets are on the beds. Items to be donated are slowly making their way out the door.