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The Let-Go Season

I measure my life in two different calendar systems:  the school calendar and the annual calendar.  I know: it gets confusing. This last school year was a doozy.  To recap the highlights, our oldest daughter moved to a new high school three weeks into the school year.  We moved her from the only school she had known.  The only school we had known.  It was hard, but it was easy.  It was hard to let go of the dream that she would graduate from there.  It was easy to let go because she was so miserable where she was.  We were miserable too. That move to a new school ushered into a whole new world for us: a new psychologist, a new counselor, and new medicines.  It opened my eyes to a new possibility for her and shuttered my long-held dream.  Truthfully, she has always struggled.  I tried to make things work.  We tried so hard with her on so many different paths and ways.  When I finally let go of my dream that she would graduate from this one school, I gained breathing room. Oh, it did not relieve all the stress.  In some ways, that move to…

Come To The Table

Come to the Table What do you bring to the table? Has anyone asked you this question? I think this question or phrase is a huge buzzword in our modern world. The Urban Dictionary defines it as someone who has qualities which represents something out of the normal OR someone who should be represented because of what they do or say that places them out of the realm of this world. Clearly, a person who brings something to the table has something to offer. We could digress here and say that everyone has something they can bring to the table. We could debate the type of table in a figurative and literal sense. However, entertain me, and let’s take it a step backward: To bring something to the table one must come to the table. The randomness of this thought process started something like this: As you note the last type I wrote a blog was about four months ago. Shortly before the holidays, I broke my wrist. Writing or typing was pretty challenging at that point. Then, by the time I regained some typing proficiency, I lost my momentum. Between three children who have faced challenges this year…

Restoring Order

Some blog entries are quicker than others. This will be a quick one. Time and motherly energy are in shorter supply these days in my household. Yesterday I had the opportunity to pick up a high school friend who flew into town for a few days. We laughed and shopped and ate. It felt good to be ME. Not someone’s something who needs to do someone’s something. I returned home late and woke up early as it a routine for us moms. I woke up after an unusually unsettling dream that had me anxious. Then I remembered that my husband had reminded me the night before that we were behind on the laundry – we are the do 2-3 loads a day kinda people. After waking up and surveying the household landscape, I went into full tilt mom-cleaning-mode. (This is the one my neat-nik husband loves the most). With children and guest sleeping, I had the rare opportunity to load the dishwasher, reboot laundry (including fold two loads) and generally tidy up some. Then God spoke. He said to me very clearly: This is what I do when you have been away…