We take Colleen to college this Sunday. I try not to think about it too much. After all, for as much as I'd like to stop the clock sometimes, time marches on, and we have no choice other than to deal with it.
Lately, I've noticed that my relationship with my daughter is changing, and I'm trying to be ok with that. She's subtly (and probably not even consciously) been moving away, and I feel like I'm always checking and then stopping myself from trying to pull her back. Sometimes I push away, trying to give her more freedom and space and life experience, and then she'll pull me.
It's like we're in this mother-daughter dance and we're trying so hard not step on each others toes. I guess that, just like dancing, we'll need to keep practicing until we can be effortless and graceful in this new phase in our relationship. But meanwhile, I think we're in for a few sore toes.
Truthfully, I'm happy for both of my kids as they take bigger and bigger steps (and sometimes leaps!) away from Dave and me. It does leave me with this vague emptiness, though. Like I've finished a big job that I really liked. A lot. And wonder if I'll ever like any new job as much as that one.
(You may call me the First Lady of Analogies today.)
So - last weekend I had really small stitching goals, but one of the things that I had wanted to do was to sit outside and finish the over-one stitching on the Busy Bee biscornu. No way could I do that in artificial light!
By the way, that cute little Mother Nature story I told you a few posts ago? Well, that one sweet little bee was a member of a much larger family that has built a hive under my deck that's virtually impossible to get rid of because of its weird location. How's that for gratitude for letting him sit on my fabric?? Bees. Ingrates.
And I've been hauling this LHN kit around for almost ever. Every time I go on a trip, I take it with me, and I've never once put a stitch in it. So it was time for a start. And it should be a quick finish. Simple as 3.14592