I’m going to have to try this!
This weekend has been momentous in 2 ways:
- My #3 kid went camping with her friends. With minimal adults. For the first time.
- I used up the last of the frozen blackberries I picked last summer.
Both events are poignant. Associated with loss. Suffused with joy and gratitude.
Through last winter and into this spring I have been grieving for my children’s childhoods. For all the times I was too busy trying to keep us afloat to be with them.
I grieve, even as I am full of pride to be associated with the people they have become. Are becoming.
And as we creep toward the long hot days when bucketloads of blackberries will once again be ready to pick for the freezer, I’m also already anticipating summer’s decline.
Brené Brown calls the sense of loss that is intertwined with what we love and…
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