I know I'm not the only one at this place in life. There are a lot of us out here. But we're under-represented in the blog world. When I search the Internet, I can't seem to find blogs talking about this strange and wonderful transition period. There are a ton of sites for little kid moms - I must say, there simply aren't words to convey how very glad I am that I had Eliza and J.D. before the pressure of Pinterest-worthy parenting became a thing. And there are a surprising number of blogs for fashionable, fun retirees. I think it's so cool that someone well into their AARP subscription would jump into the blogosphere - kudos. But, as far as finding something aimed at those of us in our mid-forties or fifties? (crickets)
It's strangely like being a teenager again - stuck between childhood and adulthood - only now our zits are wrinkles and we find ourselves parenting through curfews and finals and varsity games; knowing all the while this is only a temporary stage and we'll need to fill a big space in our lives when those activities are no longer a part of our family calendar. It's a happy and sad place, but a place that if experienced with as much peace and presence as we can muster, we'll emerge from satisfied and ready for the next chapter. I think.
As usual, I will continue to try to find the humor in it all and to always be grateful. On that note, I'm off to defrost some meat.
gratitude: the smell of Otis' (our new dog) neck, quiet mornings with the kids home in bed, a clean kitchen, quality hand lotion.
thanks and love.