The seasons in San Diego county blur together. Intellectually, I know it’s winter now because the sun sets before I’m home from work. Christmas just ended and already I’ve noticed buds on the fig tree on the side of my house. The succulent I thought was dead has sprouted new growth. Meanwhile, autumn leaves are finally falling from trees, just in time for spring.
Life around here is equally weird. My daughter will be 18 years old this year and as the days slide past, I can feel motherhood as I’ve known it fizzle out. The “kids” aren’t kids at all anymore. Sure, everyone still seems to expect me to wash their clothes and scrub their plates but honestly, I don’t mind. It’s one of the few things I can control around here.
My college friends’ lives have marched along, right on schedule. Their children have gone to college, graduated, married and produced the first grandchild or two. From what I can tell on social media, pretty much everyone in the world takes an annual vacation. As usual, I’m not in step.
But that’s okay. The older I get, the more I know what I want. (Time to read. A nap. Sunsets over water. More books. Clean sheets every Sunday night. A delicious salad. Twinkle lights. More years with my beloved.) Truly, the small things in life delight me.
I’m in a season of transition, a season of purging and sorting and discarding what no longer serves me. Neighbor Bob, the man across the street, taught me to say, “Thank you for your service. Goodbye,” when he helped us cut down our beautiful palm trees which had outgrown their space. I’ve been very busy, then, with my stuff. It takes time to touch everything, to consider it and bid it farewell.
Moving on feels bittersweet but I know that the next season will be beautiful, too.
5 thoughts on “Transition”
I retired in December, only had 3 weeks by myself, then my 18 year old grandson moved in. Life is starting a new chapter…one that caught me off guard. It was God’s plan and He will carry me thru.
You too are being carried.
Living where you live, it seems to me that you don’t have to go away to go on vacation. All the best is your transition.
I can’t believe that your little 3 year old is turning 18 this year, and that I have been following our blog for 15 years!!! Since you, Judy and I are/have done a transition, and she and I are your 2 biggest fans – I think it’s time all 3 of us get together and meet up (I know that we have both met Judy, but we have not met each other!) Think of it as that well deserved vacation that you never take 🙂 Thoughts?
We lead parallel lives. It really annoys me that i can’t use the ” but i have kids” excuse anymore. Twinkle lights- i found some on Amazon that are outdoor solar, auto on / auto off and i have them in the hedge outside my kitchen window. They twinkle at me every time i do the dishes at night. And i too feel better after touching things and silently saying” thanks, you served me well. adios. “
Thanks for writing.