…parenting. I was a little alarmed when I checked the date of my last post and realized that it has been nearly exactly a year since I last wrote.
Last year at this time I was in my last week of work at my old job, and looking ahead to a week off before starting my new job. My parents were visiting. The weather was beautiful.
This year, I am just about to start in on a “new” job. Not really new, so much as a new project in my current work place, doing new things but with the same program. I guess that counts as new.
So much has happened. Not long after my last post I found out that a family member’s cancer had returned and things were not likely to go well. That was followed by many trips back to my birthplace for visits, with my limited vacation time. My son managed to break his arm attempting a back flip off the monkey bars, just as we were headed into summer camp season. Which meant a frantic rescheduling of camp registrations to find broken arm friendly camps – yes that’s as difficult as it sounds. More trips back to see family. A trip back for a funeral. Kids growing and getting more and more independent. A fall out of a tree, not me, the back-flipping child… No broken limbs this time thankfully, but a few days of lying on the couch with a sore back.
And today, a year later, I sit here on my favourite comfy chair and it feels like it has been 10 years – or at least 5. I’ve missed writing. I think it’s time to start again.