This friday marks the end of one journey and the beginning of another. A beautiful magical home with a world of possibilities - a life further removed from the politics of the world, from the traffic and busyness of this growing city.
A week later, the boys will be starting kindergarten - a day I thought I would dread, but our collective excitement is overshadowing any negative emotions. They are both so smart, confident, and eager to learn. That strong mothering instinct to draw them near is fading as I see their possibilities unfolding before them - new friends, more learning, interaction with the world. And for once, I feel prepared. More importantly, I think they feel (and are) prepared as well.
I feel like my life is like a big turkey dinner, where I am so stuffed and content that I couldn't possibly eat another bite. And yet I know dessert is forthcoming (pumpkin pie...I just know it!) and I will have to make room for it...somehow.
Usually at this sort of transition, my stress levels would be through the roof. I'm no stranger to new journeys, or the rapids that accompany that stretch of the river. But this time my faith overrides it all. I feel like I have every breeze in the Universe at my back, pushing me forward, settling my insecurities. I am rowing with the current, enjoying the view along the riverbank instead of craning to see around the bend. The rest seems to fall into place on its own.
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