whaddya do when you're done
I feel like I never finished anything in my life. I try to never finish anything because then there's still more.
But with this last one, getting to the end of 18 years, today the graduation, 25 years of motherhood, all of them successfully navigating the lausd school system and living to tell about it
what the heck
was I there all those minutes? Did I make any mistakes? Did I do things I wish I hadn't
surely
shirley
I watched time pass
I watched time pass in tiny legs that turned into running legs that turned into feet running away from me. They don't seem to run far in this family. We've only gone as far as the midwest so far. We seem to still like each other
I mean we have our moments
We have rage
We have screaming and disbelief and utter sadness
We have shocks and surprises
We had the tiny feet though
Three sets of tiny feet, one at a time. Now the caboose is loose. Little Bessie is chugging on her own track. She still won't let me take a picture of her or hug her all the way. But she did lay on me the other day, unprovoked. I think I might just stay open
Keep watching time pass
Still enjoy the three sets of feet we made
These graduations confuse you
They make you notice the milestone because there is a special outfit and a gathering
But it's only a milestone. It's not what's beyond it. It's celebrating what we already did, what is now dead to us, cause we're only looking forward. It's a memoriam for what we already did, and a leaping off place for what is ahead
The vast ocean
in this case, the one near Santa Barbara. All our kids decide on Ventura as their next destination after high school. Then Nathan came back, Emma went to Boulder and Lilly, well let's see what the next four years aims her toward.
We'll be here still cleaning up and remembering the tiny feet.
