I was just about to write a post, but my daughter has just surprised me by coming home tonight. Woot!
I’ll blog tomorrow night!
I was just about to write a post, but my daughter has just surprised me by coming home tonight. Woot!
I’ll blog tomorrow night!
I sure it has been the full moon eclipse business that has totally ruffled me this week. I have been tired, cranky, sad and unmotivated with no apparent reason. I have continued to exercise, but have not eaten well or recorded any stats. I have burnt meals and done last minute rushed shopping frequently.
I’ve had weird dreams about people I’m not really fond of and found them unexpectedly turning up in reality the next day, when I never see them and I like it like that. I haven’t felt like doing any writing or creative stuff, much less disassembling the mounds of dirty clothes and trails of where I’ve been through the house.
Maybe it was the scary thunderstorm last night when my son was down the street and beloved was riding home on his dirt bike. I imagined all sorts of disasters striking either one of them, even whilst I knew it was saner and more pleasant to ‘think positive thoughts’. Perhaps it was the heat and the rain making the heat kind of sticky rather than refreshing as I was hoping it would be.
Could be it was letting go of my daughter on the weekend and talking to her on the phone and hearing that she was tired, busy and sounded just a little overwhelmed and I couldn’t get to her in an instant to help. Yet because I was moving house with daughter on the weekend I didn’t do a great job of my housework and I was disorganised.
Not to mention all the consequences that flow on from those things such as not being totally prepared to teach each lesson and so getting further behind at school, or that there have been quite a fewinterruptions at school this week, such as swimming carnivals and thinkfests, all wonderful and important things that I love, yet interrupt the flow.
The good thing is that I woke this morning and thought, it’s feeling better, and today was. It was much better. I achieved a lot and feel good.
Today we are taking the last of my daughters belongings to her new residence. She is moving to the city to go to Uni. She is a competent, independent young woman and I am immensely proud of her and confident that she will make a great life for herself and will be diligent and successful in her studies. I imagine she will have learning experiences about living away from home and I feel nervous and excited for her.
Most of all I will miss her. She is a fabulous daughter. I have adored her since the moment of her birth and this new letting go, just like the previous steps she has made into the world, I must admit make me long for the time when she was a toddler with wild curly hair and a trusting smile, asking plenty of questions, smiling a lot and taking great delight in everything around her. The tickles and cuddles are less frequent and the questions are harder to answer, even though they are more interesting now.