Every week it’s like time for another 3 blog posts. Time for another menu plan. Time for another grocery list.
There’s so much going on overarching all of that, in the background. It’s really hard to reconcile the horrific and unusual with the mundane and routine. But both are true.
So much suffering, but there’s also joy.
My sister’s baby is almost 6 months old, and zie is following in my family’s footsteps of being a gross motor junkie zooming all over the place. Zie starts daycare in a week or two, and when they met hir at a recent daycare festival they noted they would have to put hir in the next up older kids’ room because zie was too active for the infant room. This also mirrors my kids and my sister and me. (Though my sister did delay potty training to so late that she remembers that period of her life and why and how she took the bribe to finally get it done, so that did delay room movement at one point.)
We hadn’t been able to make it to visit since the school year started with DC2’s activities and my conferences. My sister kept sending pictures documenting hir growing up and finally we were able to make time for a visit. They grow up so quickly and there’s so much change.
One tends to forget that with a 13 year old.
But also DC1 only has a year and a half left of college which seems insane. That will be a big change, especially if zie goes to Europe for a master’s degree like zie is hoping. These big things happen and then it’s the new normal and then they change again. But the changes take longer as everyone gets older. And you look back and see how far you’ve come.
Fight a little every day for a better tomorrow. Get through the day-to-day. Appreciate the good things in life. Help those who are in need. Take time to enjoy mindless pleasures that help you forget the worries. Enjoy nature. Eat good food. Connect with your favorite people. Pet a cat.
One foot in front of the other.
Sometimes that’s all you can do.



