Got Some Time? Share the Love

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I don’t know about you, but August is usually a busy one at our house.  This time the month held a fun twist. Our youngest started back to school, and our oldest started teaching it. What was once an uncertain future, God has brought to beautiful fruition. (If you haven’t already, you can read part of our story here.)  Bittersweet, to be sure.

If you’re a parent, you understand the poignant back-to-school days. And if you’re a writer-mom (or dad) then you totally get the conflicting emotion that saturates your soul as your kiddos salute you with that one last wave at the bus stop or school door.

On one hand, you may wonder where on earth did summer go? You’re going to miss your kiddo’s company. The eye rolls. The confident swagger. Her teenage angst. The hugs. Her heart. The love.

On the other hand, your mind may race with possibility. Okay. I’m good with this. I have seven hours of solitude to work, write, and create.

At first, it may be a struggle to get your groove on. Winds of change don’t always begin with fierce determination. Sometimes, our acclimation to a new normal starts more with a subtle breeze.

In our family, we’re at an interesting phase of life. Having two children 10 years apart in age will make you think like that. In phases.

One child is an adult. The other is trying so hard to be. There are similarities between the two, yet each experience is different.

We’ve done high school, college, the in-between, and now the beyond. And, we’re doing it all over again. And it’s the same, but harder. Today’s social climate for youngsters is far different from what it was even a few years ago.

I try to understand the new complexities this era brings. The indifference. The busyness. The unwillingness to bend where time is concerned.

When did life negate the need to share the love?

Granted, love’s an intentional thing. We either choose to do it or we don’t. All the time in the world won’t matter if our mindsets cave to apathy.

In defiance, I turn off the midday news and reclaim NOW.

And while the writer within me thrills to the familiar click of the keyboard keys, my mama heart adjusts to unaccustomed silence. 

Once again, it’s a new life season.

I know for a while I’ll watch the hands of the clock. Then I’ll hit my stride and soon it’ll be time to head toward school.

Pick up, take home, start laundry, cook supper.

And tomorrow…

More of the same.

All as I share the love.

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What season are YOU in?

Do you find yourself restricted by time or freed by it?

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See you again next Wednesday!

Until then,

Happy Friday and Blessings Always,