Just Write {150}

August 26, 2014

It was a stifling kind of humid this weekend and then just like that, it lifted. That’s Minnesota. It’s a “just like that” kind of place. This morning it’s so chilly I’m glad I closed the windows last night. I sit here now with slippers on. The air around me smacks of autumn, and so do all the back to school Facebook posts of yesterday.

We still have this one week before the call of the fall schedule. This one week, to shift gears, let go, and start again.

Sometimes people say, We’re ready! and I think they mean they have all their school supplies and the clothes that fit the season and the growing children. If they mean they are mentally and emotionally prepared, they need to be teaching the rest of us. I haven’t met a mother (or any guardian of a child’s life and heart) that feels ready for such changes.

New school years are like birthdays. As exciting and good as they can be, they are a slap to our nostalgia, our holding on, our parenting hearts.

Almost every single Facebook post with smiling (or eye-rolling) first day-ers yesterday said something like, “Where did the time go?”

We mark time with these First Days and time is a slippery thief, only slow in grief or illness. Most often, even when seemingly stalled, like at the DMV, time is a future-jumper, laughing and running away and leaving us standing there like our bag was just snatched while we walked along oblivious.

Summer stalls. Time marches on despite it.

Yesterday Elsie used a black marker to make something of a tattoo sleeve on her arm. She did this in a few moments while I stirred and measured, clanging around in the kitchen, right there with her. Then she took that arm and moved it back and forth across her face, her mouth, her cheeks, mostly. She was bearded. Black Beard. Smiling and proud.


I laughed. I mean, pick your battles. Life is too short with time doing all that stealing.

Then I put the markers away.

We made and ate granola bites. We snuggled on the couch. We drew pictures on paper instead of arms. We played outside. We saw the dentist.

Every moment shifts, wraps itself around me while I try not to think too much about how we do half-time now, Daddy in the other house that is also their Home. How I miss too much when they are there. How my heart may never adjust and what of theirs? Are they as good as they seem? Will they adjust to school okay in the midst of this new life? How is it that they can be so resilient? Thank God they have a Daddy that is crazy about them and loves to be with them too. Thank God we are trying, so hard, to do right by them, each moment.

The mess we made with oatmeal, milled flax seed, peanut butter and honey…well, it was big. The stirring is tricky and the makings of the granola bites seem to escape the bowl so easily. To the counter and the floor, messes everywhere. My black-bearded helper beamed on and on and up at me. The boys bounced by with the guinea pig, laughing.

The granola bites themselves could have used more honey, or some chocolate chips.  I always add chocolate chips, but we were out, so we just kept it simple. We are still eating them. There is still a lot of sticky oatmeal on the kitchen floor.

We made a mess, yes. We also made tuna casserole, because that’s what good Minnesotans do when the weather shifts and the school year calls and says it’s coming whether you like it or not.

We will get around to cleaning up, and we’ll eat, and we’ll play, and somehow we’ll even fit in going back to school. And it will be okay.


This is the 150th installment of Just Write, an exercise in free writing your ordinary and extraordinary moments. {Please see the details here.} I would love to read your freely written words so join me and link up below. You can add the url of your post at any time. Just be sure it’s a link to your Just Write post, not to your main page. There are really no rules, besides Just Write! (Then link back to this post in your post so people know where to go if they’d like to join in.) (Any links not following those two guidelines will be deleted.)

Also. Please take a moment to visit someone else who has linked up! It’s a really good way to meet new writers and get inspired by the meaning behind their moments. Word?


Kate August 26, 2014 at 8:24 am

Congratulations on 150 amazing weeks of writing. I miss being a part of Just Write, still yanking myself back and forth over creating a new online space to pour out thoughts and musings. Maybe one day, amidst all the moving forwards of life, I will get a light bulb moment and make it happen.
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Vidya Sury August 31, 2014 at 12:21 am

Found you via a post on Uppercase Woman, Cecilia.
I am looking forward to joining you, Heather.
Have a lovely Sunday!
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