My last post was over a year ago and a lot has changed. I won’t go into details now, but I’m separated (since July), living in my new (since last November) house with my daughter, and it’s just the two of us, surviving. She started kindergarten, and my new school year has erupted apace, as per usual, but we’ve been making it. I’ve been trying to keep up with house cleaning and maintenance and yard work while cooking healthy meals, keeping lunches planned out, caring for my rambunctious tornado, and rekindling my passion for my job after a very stifling dry spell. Suffice to say, some days are better than others.
Cut to this week. Homecoming week at school, and I’m scheduled to be out of town for my annual content convention, so it’s Mother to the rescue! When I say I don’t deserve her, I mean it. I left a house in mild disarray, laundry needing to be folded, my kitchen only mostly clean, my yard not mowed, and a million little things still on my to-do list before I considered my house completely clean. I knew Mother would take care of the monkey while she was staying here, getting her to school and back, feeding and bathing her, getting her into bed at a reasonable time, and she mentioned in passing that she wanted to do some yardwork for me, but she is nothing if not an overachiever.
Y’all. When I say I came home to a tranquility and contentment and cleanliness for which I was unprepared, I mean I was nearly in tears of gratitude. Not only is every surface in my house clean, but my yard looks great, my flower beds and plants around the house look amazing, I have new rock filler and paving stones, my porches are beautiful and clutter-free, and my house smells fantastic from the candles burning throughout. My kitchen is clean, the laundry is done, clean sheets are on the beds, and my fire pit was ready to light to cook hot dogs and s’mores for my little monster and two cousins.
Peace doesn’t really begin to describe it. I’ve been learning and getting inspiration for my season for the past few days, and coming home to a house that doesn’t need my immediate attention, to a sense of calm, and to the beauty that I find in my personalized slice of paradise is truly a gift. What’s more, it feels more like home now. As I sat in the backyard at the fire pit and cooked hot dogs with the girls, I felt a sense of belonging I didn’t know was missing. I have no words. I only hope that one day I can pass on this feeling of wholehearted and unwavering support and assistance to my own baby girl.
Thank you, Mama. I love love love you, always and forever.