Back Home Again

Tonight, all will be back home again. The boys came back from their weekend trip to baseball mecca last night. I came home from visiting family and friends in Pennsylvania this morning and the girls are, as I type, flying somwhere over Georgia. Luckily with a much shorter layover in Atlanta this time.

So tonight, for one of the few times this summer, all will be laying their heads upon their own pillows. For the next two weeks, until summer camp begins, all will slumber under our roof.

Then, on August 22, it changes forever. My oldest will leave us for college. Four years of incubation and transition until he is launched upon the outside world. I wonder if he comprehends this transition is as difficult on us as it is on him.

Free Hug Campaign

What an awesome concept! Make a sign and connect with the world.
http://www.transformationteam.net/video/free_hugs_campaign.php

How beautiful, how natural, how freeing, how unsurpirising it was banned.

When I watched the video, my first thought was - I want a hug! My second was, what a set up for a pickpocket. Or a groper. I asked myself, though I would hold a sign and give and take hugs, would I let my daughters do it?

Sigh... I am so grateful so many looked past the caution of what might be wrong with the senerio and forged ahead with all that is good. And, I vow to be more like that.

Leaving on a Jet Plane

Yesterday my two daughters (15 & 13) boarded a plane to fly to Florida, all alone. The sensation of watching that jet speed down the runway and take flight with my babies on board is beyond definition. To see that huge machine grow smaller and smaller, knowing my sweet daughters were somewhere inside seemed a breech of physics. They couldn't possibly grow so small as to disappear from my sight. A hundered pounds, plus and minus, of flesh and blood doesn't vanish into the blue sky. It isn't possible.

At the point where the plane was still visable, I experienced such a sense of helplessness. If they had driven off in a car, I could follow. But where they were was completely beyond my reach. No car could take me there, no ladder so high as to climb to them. I could see where they were, but I couldn't reach them.

Beyond my reach. Children beyond a parent's reach. The definition of heartache? Perhaps I have too many children beyond my reach at this moment. A son tearing away maternal bonds as he prepares to enter college in the fall. Another son living so in his own mind unexpected actions knock me off my pins. Daughters disappearing into the blue.

Leaving on a Jet Plane. Keyword - leaving....
(Just realized I quoted another JD song)

OK, Let's Try This Again

Once again, I am attempting to delve into the wonderful world of blog. Past attempts have failed due to tech difficulties, lack of readership or lack of interest on my part. But, in attempt to adhere to the BIC method of writing, (butt in chair) I solemnly swear to add a blog daily. (Left hand up, hand over heart, all fingers crossed) Yeah right. But if someone promises to read, I'll see what I can do about writing.....