new beginnings

Snow is falling.  The first snowfall of the year.  So peaceful.  I love how the whole world gets quieter when it snows.  Muffled, tucked in, hot chocolate and cozy beds.  It’s Saturday.  The house is still.  A gang of family and friends tumbled out of the door this morning, braving the snow to hop on the ferry to Vancouver Island to see Dave.  So it’s just me and Don and the two dogs.  I guess this is how it will be when Will’s grown and gone.  There’s a missing of course, but it’s nice to have all this time and space and no structure.  Maybe I’ll write after this blog.  Maybe I write later today, or tonight even.  I could stay up late, working on my manuscript until the wee hours of the morning, since there will be no alarm clock tomorrow, and only a hot breakfast to make if that’s what we choose.

It’s an interesting sensation after 23 years of diapers and night feedings and school sorrows and joys.  Years of teacher’s aiding and cookie baking, applying band-aids and wiping tears.  Birthdays and pinatas and rented pony rides.  I could get all morose.  Missing it all.  But what’s the point?  I have to find what I like in this solitude.  The blessings, the hidden joys and pleasures, because children grow up, leave home.  You can’t hold back the wind.

Posted by Meg Tilly on Saturday, December 01, 2007 in Chewing the Fat