I know I haven’t written in a while, but life just gets in the way sometimes. Our daughter and granddaughter moved out a week ago. It seems kinds of lonely at times not to hear the screams of a toddler trying to coax her mother into another package of fruit snacks. The multiple alarms going off in the house very early in the morning doesn’t happen any longer.
However, the grocery bill has come back down to reality, and the house is back in its place. I’ve acquired a writing room where they “lived” for the past 7 months. Our loft has been re-designed into my oasis where my thoughts and everyday writing can take place. A suite to escape to, even close the door if i wish.
Life is short. We need to be there for our kids when they have no other choice. At that time, she needed us, and we were there for her and her daughter. But for now, they’ve moved on into a life that consists of 3, three people who will live under one roof and call themselves a family; mom, dad, and toddler.
I am the grandma once again and can enjoy my granddaughter when I get lonely for her. Every Wednesday she will come to play, and every Wednesday I’ll get my kisses.
Life comes full circle. You raise your children to be able to handle life. When it gets tough, you reel them back in and hold them under your roof until they can withstand life once again. You then release them out into the world to make it work a second time. It will. It has to. I pray everyday it will.