All of this balance is going to my head.
The boys bound off to school each morning, barely pausing to acknowledge my long line of postscripts. Are you sure you have your sweatshirt? Don’t forget the extra snack I put in your backpack! One last kiss? Have a great day at school!
I marvel at the fact that that they are both so well adjusted. And it makes me squirm a little to acknowledge that they are so much better off without me, at least for a significant part of the day. I see in myself the plight of the wavering partner who, once rejected, discovers a passion that has never burned so hot. And so I smother them with my sloppy sentiments every chance I get.
And then there are all of those hours. Glorious, wide-open hours full of promise and the intimidating challenge of learning to build with a precious material that I’ve never been able to afford.
Things will change soon. They always do. But for now, I’m delirious.