Mondays at The Variegated Life: three favorite links.
At the end of the week, I’m going upstate for sesshin, and then I guess the summer is more or less over. The Gnome starts part-time day care next week, and L goes off to kindergarten the week after that.
And so it is: with autumn comes changes. But the changes this year, they are huge! My younger baby is no baby anymore; my older baby has already lost two of his teeth. The hardest part of parenting is letting go, says HisFeministMama at Our Feminist Playschool, and I agree:
Around me there is a buzz as parents get their kids ready for the first day, and I am doing a version of pulling the covers over my face. I can’t do this. I’m not there yet, people. You see, I listened to all the old ladies who warned me with their lined faces that it will “all go so fast”. I listened, damn it. I went slowly. I took my time. I looked at his feet for hours, I memorized the smell of my milk on his breath, I can tell you the exact shape of the curls that would spring from his scalp when the weather turned humid. I watched quietly and tried to see everything in slow motion.
Meanwhile, at 6512 and Growing, Rachel answers the call of the harvest:
So yesterday, when six-year-old Rose was perched on our garbage can, slinging chokecherries into a bag, and then later in the day stripping the lower branches of a neighbor’s plum tree (in typical Rose fashion: 5 in the box, 1 in the mouth), it felt like she was answering a very old, deep and primal call.
Which is to say, the harvest is on! And of all the work I do, all of which I love, it is this harvesting, this preserving, this gazing into tree of ripe peaches and seeing those peaches canned frozen pickled fermented dehydrated cellared jammed that touches a core human part of me usually buried under childraising-angst income deadlines nostalgia am I doing it right what am I doing blitz-implode.
And so, I too, answer the call.
I felt twinges of envy while reading this post, and not just because of all those glorious boxes of peaches. I’m longing for a harvest of my own, so it seems this time of change is a time for me to plant some seeds. For those days (all of them, really) when I’m fretting that I’m too old and it’s too late and I’m thinking way, way, way too much about all that certain former classmates of mine have accomplished (and I have not), I remind myself of these words of Cheryl Strayed, quoted at 99U: “The people who don’t give up are the people who find a way to believe in abundance rather than scarcity. They’ve taken into their hearts the idea that there is enough for all of us, that success will manifest itself in different ways for different sorts of artists.”
OK, then. I don’t give up.
What have you read and enjoyed lately? Do share in the comments!