JANUARY 9, 2025

 January 9, 2025

The past few days have been a whirlwind of emotions. Our son was supposed to leave for boot camp on the 6th, but the weather had other plans. The blizzard, snow, and icy roads delayed his departure, and though it was unexpected, it gave us precious extra time with him. I soaked in those final moments, knowing how much I’d miss his presence—the way he locked his door and kept the light on late, the sound of his guitar filling the house, or his laughter as he and his sister teased each other.


Last night was hard. The house felt unnaturally still. No bedroom light was glowing behind a closed door, no TV noise, no guitar strumming—just silence and darkness. It hit me that this is our new reality. The kids are grown, living their lives, and figuring things out on their own. It’s a beautiful and painful truth to accept, and I know it’ll take time to adjust.


Today’s weather matches my mood—cold, gloomy, and a little snowy. To bring some warmth back, I went to the store and picked up ingredients for ham potato soup and maybe even some fresh bread. Cooking feels grounding right now, a simple comfort in a world that feels a bit upside down.


I’ve been thinking about my TEAS test. I’m feeling more confident—finally. I might even schedule it for next week. It’s a step forward, and I’m ready to take it.


This stage of life is about rediscovering who I am outside of motherhood. It’s time to focus on me, to strengthen my marriage, and to learn who my husband and I are as just the two of us—without kids who need us at every turn. It’s uncharted territory, but I’m ready to embrace it. We have the freedom to build new memories, new adventures, and new dreams together. It’s time to grow, to love, and to live differently than we ever have before.



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