The sun came up this morning with all its’ shine and crept in to the windows of a quiet house. The fanfare of the last four days is over and I already miss it. Today is just any other Tuesday.
For some odd reason, Tuesday is one of my favorite days. I nor any of my children were born on a Tuesday, and very rarely does any holiday fall on a Tuesday. There is no rhyme or reason for my affection for this ordinary day- but this particular Tuesday is the day after a sweet time with my oldest children and that day always requires a recovery period.
It was a grand time. We shared wonderful meals and enjoyed the time spent in a leisure fashion. Lyla was the center of attention throughout the holiday. I get so much happiness just watching the way they all carry on. When Tres left last night to return to Charleston, the road downhill began for me. We are staying with Brant-and he had to go back to work today. Jenny and her family are spending time with Will’s family in a neighboring town today-so this Tuesday seems especially quiet. The refrigerator is full of left-overs, just like my heart.
When you have five children, you spend a lot of your life raising them up-to become independent of course. When it happens, it comes as a shock! Sometimes, you may feel great liberty and sometimes you may feel stranded. It is quite complicated and nothing short of mysterious.
I often think of the women before me that sent their children in to unknown territories with the hope of a few letters here and there that told of their circumstances. Their Grand children were born and not seen for years. When I do, I am apt to stop whining.
Growing up on a farm, family stayed closed by. Young couples were given a tract of land, or bought adjoining land. I had great-aunts and uncles besides the grandparents and first, second , third and fourth cousins, though we didn’t count the difference, close by. This was most inconvenient at times. Very rarely did a child get by with anything remotely naughty. I understand the concept that “it takes a village to raise a child”. Eventually, small farms got replaced by huge farms. Young would be farmers started working in factories-often shift work. Life changed and by the time I was a teenager, the farm was a memory and factories too, mostly. Still, I got used to family being next door or right down the road-and me being sentimental, well, as I said, I got used to it.
I am sitting by the splashing fountain thinking great thoughts and watching redbirds fly carelessly by. The water along the shady banks is dark til the fountain draws it in . The fountain makes the water look like silver pearls when they cascade back down to their source. Then they become little glass bubbles gliding back out to the shady banks. The water keeps changing from one beautiful way into another. A mother has to do the same thing, I remember on this Tuesday. Life may look different. Farms get sold and children grow up- but love looks the same.. . today and on any other Tuesday.
Happy Tuesday! I’m rather fond of Tuesday’s as well 🙂
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we have got to be kindred! thank you!
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just beautiful. I can relate to a lot of those things. never grew up in a farm, but with families, with 2nd, 3rd and 4th cousins, sometimes they are a menace. But I think that was really good. Now most of my cousins and aunts are scattered around. Got used to it. I am finding it hard to be far away from my eldest, I will remember the water that cascades and the bubbles that flatten out, beautifully finished.
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thank you! you are my dependable friend
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I, too, love the part about the water changing from dark to silver pearls. So much of life is like that–same water just different perspective. Two of my kids are also 2 – 4 hours away (which is not really so much) but it is far enough that I don’t see them as often as I would like. It is hard when they actually become independent of us….even tho we, as parents, worked hard to help make that happen.
Thank you again for the insights and beautifully worded insights.
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Two of mine live 3 hours-one lives just an hour. Still, I miss them and some days feel they are on the other side of the world-being I am a bit crazy like that! I want to be everywhere!
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Oh I so understand that! I just want them all here or all of us at the same place at the same time!
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me too! those are golden moments! I still have 2 boys at home, but they are going to fly too soon for me! My husband died very young-that’s why I will need to downsize in the future.
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Love your positive slant on the world. Maybe we’re twins separated at birth. Love your blogs.
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You may be right about that we are kindred for sure! and I am glad! Thank you!
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Ooh tugged at the heartstrings this one.
Another of mine will be leaving the nest in about a year, we are at the stage of visiting various universities on open days to choose one. How I will miss her! She has assured me she will bring home the traditional piles of dirty laundry and tap us for cash on a regular basis though *smiles*. Still, joking aside, it is going to be very hard on this lioness to see this cub go. However, all power to her and her plans for the future…I am immensely proud!
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I know your heart-that of a mother. It has been a hard adjustment for me and it takes time. Best wishes and thank you for the comment too. I so love them.
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Lovely! Remembering my childhood days! Dirt roads and orange groves separating Family members. A Hop skip and a jump! 🙂
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That is a lovely picture! Thank you for visiting and leaving a lovely thought-I can see your childhood and it is a sweet picture!
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🙂
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