I was coming here to post about the recent happenings in our parts: purging of clutter, a new washer and dryer, the arrival of Autumn here in Texas, mama trotting on a horse and feeling ridiculously happy about those five or so seconds, the anticipation for the lovely Thanksgiving week ahead. All that good stuff.
I feel the need to emphasize: it's golden and gorgeous out there right.
And then I downloaded some photos to IPhoto and somehow moved my mouse which took me to my archives from a couple of years back at this time, when Bea was just 3 years old. And now, I'm struck with nostalgia wondering how, just how, it all goes by so fast and missing the days when I could scoop her up so easily into my arms.
This past week was trying. After a nice long run of loveliness, we hit a wall, and it all came crumbling down. Now, I'm in the place where I am constantly reminding myself to dig up enough patience and deep breaths. And that when little ones push us away the hardest, that's when we need to return to them with the most love and empathy. If only I could be the kind of mother that remembers that simple advice as often I need to.
Oh well, we can't beat ourselves up about what is or isn't. We must accept these challenges as the natural flow of growth. This too shall pass. I can't let it bring me too far down. Autumn is knocking on my front door and is begging to play. I'm not one to say no to such requests.
Hope you all have a lovely week.