Spent a good bit of time this weekend talking with my son. Politics, family stuff and books. We don't always agree, especially when it comes to politics, but, like myself, he has a deep love and appreciation for reading. I enjoy our long conversations. As a mother, I feel very blessed.
If you have a Christopher Paolini fan in your home like I do, then you know tomorrow is a BIG day. Midnight tomorrow is the release of the final installation of the "Inheritance" series. We have waited anxiously for this day. It has been torturous for my child. By 9 p.m. tomorrow my daughter and I will be in line waiting to get our copy of his newest book that's been on reserve for over a month. We've followed CP's updates on the internet and read what he's had to say about the story's creation and development. If you don't know, he began his first novel "Eragon" when he was just 15. His journey into the publishing world has been a remarkable one. A big shout out and CONGRATULATIONS to you Christopher Paolini for a job well done! Can't wait for my turn to read The Inheritance.
It feels like winter outside. This was rather sudden and I don't think I'm ready. I can feel the approach of Thanksgiving breathing down my neck. I'm not ready for that either. I get all sappy this time of year. I guess you could call it the calm before the storm. I like the calm. As you can tell, I've already been reflecting on what I'm grateful for.
If my youngest child follows her siblings path, I only have about a year and a half left with her living in my home. Guess what, I'm not ready for her to go either. This is a scary spot. I raised my four children alone. And I've felt alone. But nothing is going to feel quite as ALONE as the day she leaves. Dear God, I hope this year drags by in slow motion. I don't think I'm ready for this next phase of my life. You know, when my kids were growing up, I was so absorbed in the 'stages' and 'phases' they were going through, I never realized I was still growing too with new 'stages' and 'phases' of my own. I know it sounds silly, but I must have thought I was untouchable. Now I know I'm not. I've progressed in the natural ways and don't like where I'm headed. Thanksgiving isn't the only thing I feel breathing down my neck. I feel the shuddering approach of 'age' - ages I've never been and don't know how to deal with. Maybe my problem isn't dealing with the aging. Maybe my biggest fear is not having a distraction anymore. When the distraction is gone, I will be left alone with my regrets and disappointments. THAT is scary.
If you have a Christopher Paolini fan in your home like I do, then you know tomorrow is a BIG day. Midnight tomorrow is the release of the final installation of the "Inheritance" series. We have waited anxiously for this day. It has been torturous for my child. By 9 p.m. tomorrow my daughter and I will be in line waiting to get our copy of his newest book that's been on reserve for over a month. We've followed CP's updates on the internet and read what he's had to say about the story's creation and development. If you don't know, he began his first novel "Eragon" when he was just 15. His journey into the publishing world has been a remarkable one. A big shout out and CONGRATULATIONS to you Christopher Paolini for a job well done! Can't wait for my turn to read The Inheritance.
It feels like winter outside. This was rather sudden and I don't think I'm ready. I can feel the approach of Thanksgiving breathing down my neck. I'm not ready for that either. I get all sappy this time of year. I guess you could call it the calm before the storm. I like the calm. As you can tell, I've already been reflecting on what I'm grateful for.
If my youngest child follows her siblings path, I only have about a year and a half left with her living in my home. Guess what, I'm not ready for her to go either. This is a scary spot. I raised my four children alone. And I've felt alone. But nothing is going to feel quite as ALONE as the day she leaves. Dear God, I hope this year drags by in slow motion. I don't think I'm ready for this next phase of my life. You know, when my kids were growing up, I was so absorbed in the 'stages' and 'phases' they were going through, I never realized I was still growing too with new 'stages' and 'phases' of my own. I know it sounds silly, but I must have thought I was untouchable. Now I know I'm not. I've progressed in the natural ways and don't like where I'm headed. Thanksgiving isn't the only thing I feel breathing down my neck. I feel the shuddering approach of 'age' - ages I've never been and don't know how to deal with. Maybe my problem isn't dealing with the aging. Maybe my biggest fear is not having a distraction anymore. When the distraction is gone, I will be left alone with my regrets and disappointments. THAT is scary.