Something else happens at this time of the year that's not so fun. Usually by Oct / Nov, my kid catches a germ from school and develops a wicked fall cold.
She's home from school today, enjoying many mugs of tea & movie rentals in her grandmother's care while I go do my thing at the office.
I miss how much she needed me in the past but I am so in awe of the young lady she's growing up to be. She is an interesting character, my Angie - always full of laughter and surprises.
I would kinda love to stay home and spend the day taking care of her, but she doesn't need that anymore.
It brings up a mix of sadness & "wow she totally knows how to make tea and take the cold medicine on her own now".
Seasons. They keep changing. And so do we.
We're living through those transitions over here.
So far it's been like slipping into a new pair of boots & getting used to them. Just when they feel like second skin, they get scuffed or ripped and you need to get a new pair.
And it begins again.