This space is all about seeking
the moments that cause
'excited chills' and creating a life
that's simple, authentic and beautiful.
There are so many milestones associated with motherhood. The firsts and lasts keep coming for decades. The firsts are often poignant and easy to recognize. The first smile. The first time the baby sleeps through the night. The first steps. Sadly, some of the lasts are lost in the shuffle. We rarely recall the last time our child nurses or naps or sweetly mispronounces a word.
I think we'd all appreciate some warning that the 'last' is coming.
I wish I’d had some notice before I gave each of my children their last bath. I would have paid more attention. I would have been more careful to keep the shampoo out of their eyes. I would have slowed down. And then I'd have cherished snuggling them close in a warm towel.
I would have truly savored the very task that sometimes pushed me over the edge at the end of a long day.
For nearly two decades, I’ve been warned by the wise women a few strides ahead of me on the mothering trail.
They assured me it would go fast.
They cautioned me not to blink.
Trouble is, it’s impossible to keep our eyes wide open for very long. We have to blink.
You talk with the mother who's attending the spring concert at the elementary school. But your child is still toddling...so it doesn’t quite register.
You listen when another mom tells you about touring the middle school. But your child is in the spring concert at the elementary school...so it doesn’t quite register.
You hear moms sharing tales of their teenager’s prom, driver training, college applications and grad parties. Your child is in middle school...so it doesn’t quite register....
But you can sense that the years are speeding up and while you can almost imagine your baby in high school, you’re afraid to listen.
The firsts keep coming…
And so do the lasts.
Staying present helps. Pause and remember to focus on the Now. Breathe. Whatever stage you’re in...that’s where the magic happens. Don't miss it.
I’ve arrived at another big moment in motherhood. Another first.
Tonight, I become a new version of ‘that’ mom.
I'll be the mom whose child will be ‘home from college’ for the very first time.
Greta hasn’t been in our house since she left for Boston in late August.
(Crazy to think a journey around the world would have taken that long in the late 1800’s:-)
It’s time for her to come home to visit. We miss her.
Before midnight, she’ll be back in our house. And I’ll sleep better than I have in 80 days.
I'm about to join the ranks of the moms who have college kids home for Thanksgiving break.
In the thick of it, each stage seems to arrive slowly.
However, in hindsight...you become ‘that’ mom pretty darn fast. I’d urge you to pay attention when the moms ahead of you share their tales. But, I know you won’t hear their words. You can’t. You’re not ‘that’ mom yet.
I spoke with one of ‘those’ moms yesterday. My sister-in-law.
She's one of the moms who are still way ahead of me.
Her oldest will be thirty in February and that almost 30 year old baby is engaged to be married in September!
Logically, I believe I’ll be there one day...daughter turning thirty. Baby getting married. But I can’t see it clearly right now.
Currently, my focus is on hugging Greta when she comes home from college for the first time!
Stay present and soak up every single minute.
I've never been more excited about Thanksgiving.
I now fully grasp how it feels to want your children home for the holidays!
Just imagining what it will be like when all three of my kids are out of the house...and how incredible it will be to have them all home again even for a few sleeps...brings fast, hot tears.
If you have grown children who will be returning home this holiday, enjoy the time with your babies. I'm happy to be joining your club. I'm one of 'those' moms now.
Thanks for reading. I'm working on some exciting changes for The Together Act. I'll be sharing more over the next month. January is going to be really good!
Have a wonderful Thanksgiving.