15/365. These past weeks, having him here with us. Figuring out what he needs and how best to help him through this. Hoping our love and support will be the medicine. Mothering just keeps getting more complicated.
11/365. When he first left, the silence filled every corner of our house. Some days it was so loud, it drowned everything else out. (I don't miss the mess, though.)
10/365. An hour knitting with friends felt like a vacation. Spontaneous lunch with my father. Some time spent at the computer that could have been more productive. Q, off the school bus with a friend over. Watching our President's farewell speech through watery eyes with J. Texting with N from the plane on his way to PDX. Up late watching The Crown. Today.
9/365. Today he told me that he made three new year's resolutions. One: shower every day. Two: ask me to do fewer things for him that he can do for himself. And three: he couldn't remember the third one.
8/365. A drive to combat the cabin fever and a decision to take the long way home both paid off this afternoon.
6/365. Early morning Squibby.
5/365. It's not that I'm against homework per se, it's just that when he comes home after a day of sitting at a desk and following instructions, I just can't see clear to not letting him just go play. So, I admit, around here, some days we do homework in the mornings. I realize it won't work forever, but for now, it makes for much more enjoyable evenings.
2/365. Always walking that fine line between entertainment / productive / educational and full-on zombie mode.
1/365. As I embark on the seventh year of this, my daily practice, I'm grateful for traditions, close friends, and time off with my family.