We are all settled in our new location. As I write this I have the window open to the street out front so I can listen for my 7 year old who is playing with the kids across the street.
I’m taken back in time as I listen to them all play. They argue. They yell over each other. The ride their bikes up and down the street. They pretend to be on horses and want to name them.
I’m transported to my childhood. Playing with my next door neighbors. Running up and down the court until mother calls us in for the night. In high school we would play hide and seek after dark.
My 16 year old and her friends have taken up the baton of hide and seek in the neighborhood and I smile at the memories. Happy that she’s not too old to be a kid again.
My mom would lean out the door and whistle for us to come home. This usually began the Exodus of kids heading home for the evening to get ready for school again tomorrow, or to meet outside at such and such a time if it was summer.
For a moment tonight I’m a kid again. Running to knock on the door of Tanya & Tara seeing if they can join me and Andy as we play out at the man hole cover in the middle.
I am able to give thanks this year for many things. I’m thankful for my girls. I’m thankful my family is healthy and my girls are learning every day in school. I’m thankful for the myriad of learning opportunities that engulfed all of us this year.
I’m thankful for you who read this. For taking the time to find out what I have to say. I have lots of stories, both funny and sad, and everything in between that I’ll share here in this space.
It’s been a year of personal growth for me. I’m not who I was in January and I’m curious to see what happens as 2020 closes and 2021 opens.
The holidays are here and, I for one, am looking forward to Santa coming. I will be peaking through the blinds on Christmas Eve scanning the night sky looking for Rudolph’s red nose.
I. Have spent. The last 3 hours. being talked at. By a 6 year old. We. Have been in the car. The living room. The dining room. I am now holed up in the bathroom so I can give my ears a rest. Send. Help.
Began my second round of editing yesterday. I’m trying to get it done while also juggling remote learning for my youngest as well as running to the ice rink for my oldest. Fixing lunch and running errands also fits in there as well. Did I mention I’m also running to answer the doorbell every few minutes because the playmate for the youngest keeps coming back asking if she can play yet.
I need to include this in a future novel. Ha! Until then I’ll just sit here and edit with my buddy, Boo.
Two nights in a row I’ve been up after midnight rewriting. With two girls at home during the day it’s tough to find the quiet to be able to think clearly. I love having them home but momma needs to figure something else out.
Is anyone else having challenges with their writing right now? How have you had to adjust?