I don’t know about you, but I often find myself spitting out ideas for posts, keeping them in draft, and then … keeping them in draft. If I’m to maintain this place as a way to keep track of the lovely moments in my life, I will have to do a better job of actually publishing. Procrastination at its finest.

So this was me in March 2018…

It’s been a little while since I’ve visited this place.  Let alone sit down and write … life gets a little in the way.  Especially when you’ve been training to be a dance hip hop cardio workout instructor at the ripe old age of 52, aches, pains, bone spurs, runner’s toe (OK now it’s TMI)…notwithstanding.  And a little bit of consulting work to round things out.

Outside of those activities, my fulltime (neverending ) job is really being mom.  Which is full of its challenges (teenagers!) … but still wonderful moments.  Moments when the kids are full of bravado.  And others when they just need their mom.

My little boy is no longer so little.  In fact he’s a strapping young MAN – at over 6 feet tall, not quite 18, but a workout fiend… he is definitely physically a man. We went to the pediatrician the other day, for a vaccination as he still qualifies to go there.  Our pediatirican is a great guy – we’ve been taking our kids to him since my son was 2 days old.  My boy is now about twice his doctor’s height… he thinks the doctor is so cute!  Amazingly the office was practically empty, so there was time for a checkup on life as well.  All 3 kids of the doctor are involved in medicine – the eldest interning now; the middle halfway thru med school, the youngest applying for med school.  And now his young patient has applied for universities and obtaining acceptances and offers of scholarships.

Yes, come September my baby boy will be away at school.  Not beyond province or the country.  But away from home, living in a different place, not in his room upstairs playing video games, doing homework, coming down for snacks.  Waiting for me to wade through the clean and dirty clothing intermingled on this bedroom floor to help him find the missing everything.

Flashforward to June 2019

My firstborn not only survived but thrived during his first year away for school. I can’t say it was without its hiccups (or major stresses for me while he dealt with major stresses and adjustments of post-secondary school and life …).

Gotta say though, now that he’s back for the summer, I’m still wading through clean and dirty clothing intermingled with boxes and remnants of residence life.

Some things never change… grrrr….sigh…