And maybe there’s are seasons, and maybe they change….
It’s Autumn outside, and it is Indian Summer within me. If our lives are divided into seasons, then I’m in the waning days of summer.
This realization, that I am in the last years of full-time motherhood, came to me as I ponder my life’s direction. For so many years my passion was giving birth, and raising my children. Motherhood was the career I chose over teaching. I tried to balance them both, but I felt my son deserved the best of me, not the leftovers.
I’ve taken immense pride in my second career. I nurtured, scolded, molded, and cheered my kids along the way. There were home cooked meals, and handmade Halloween costumes, special Santa paper, and carefully hand decorated Birthday cakes.
There were bubble baths, and bedtime stories, camp showers and special days alone with each child.
Maybe I’m lost right now, because my primary career is coming to an end, and although I will always be “Mom,” I know that I am taking a secondary role as they mature into adulthood. And that’s how it should be.
I will enjoy the last days of the Indian Summer with my daughter. All too soon, she will be heading out the door for college, and I will step back and enjoy the Autumn knowing it was a job well done.