My friend (Pam) has inspired me to start blogging again. I'm thinking this blog will take a different form now. Maybe more short posts. More snippets of what I am thinking and feeling. Twitter-ish? I'm not going to try to be as entertaining. We shall see how it evolves.
Pam posted this quote to her blog today. Lately, I have been looking at my kids and thinking about how old they are. I know it's relative. Pam's kids are in high school and college and they seem old to her. But my oldest just turned 8 and I am feeling like time is slipping through my fingers. I remember his first days at home - rocking him in the rocker, 24/7, nursing him, staring at him, breathing him in. It seems like a blink ago but also somehow far away. The memories are there, but they are a little foggy. If I reach out for them, I can almost touch them. But not quite. I am terrified that the next 8 years will go by as quickly.
Underneath the feelings I have watching my children grow, is the underlying question of who I am. Before I became a mom, I knew the answer to that question. But I'm not that person any more. I don't know the answer anymore. And so as my children grow, there are endings, which are also beginnings.