The fat, wet, flakes fall outside my window and I’m mesmerized by their slow and steady descent.
Only November 3rd and they stick to the damp ground, leaves and branches like a sugar coated baked goods.
If I hold out my tongue will sweetness prick my tongue in anticipation of Thanksgiving pie and Christmas cookies? Or is that just the Halloween candy that I just can’t seem to stop stealing from my children’s stashes?
There are so many changes in the air. Not just in weather, but in life choices.
A woman is constantly reinventing herself to keep up with the demands of family and the world around her. It can be exhausting, but a constant and inescapable obligation.
Today is a short blog post, what with my youngest home sick, but the need to write, learn, and find my inner truth is just as important as my family.
Last night, my eldest asked me what was more important – Family or school?
“Just as is with most things,” I told him. “There are multiple answers to that question. Currently, my education is less significant than my family, but YOUR education comes first, so that you can grow up and be able to provide for your future.” There are so many different ways to explain the things that are most important to each and every one of us.
“Family is the most important thing to me, mom,” he said, smiling up at me through those beautiful blue eyes.
That boy is so full of love and I consider myself the luckiest mother on earth to have that kind of unconditional love. But it’s even MORE important to me to know that my son has a good enough head on his shoulders to know what to keep foremost in his list of essentials.
I must be doing something right.