Today I am thankful for my children, for the chance to be a mother, and for all those years they spent in my home. What a privilege it was to host these wonderful people through their childhood, and now the sending out is a privilege too, I know, though I don't always experience it that way, as I miss them every day. It's the best case scenario, in which healthy, smart, self-sufficient adults navigate the world, but I'm not used to my world yet without either of them physically in it on a daily basis.
This week one of them has a birthday, and we looked at his baby album together over video chat, the way we always did on his birthday when he lived at home. The other one sent a long email, and I read the love in her words.
I don't like my children being so far from me, but I'm thankful for them, and for all the ways we have to communicate.
Voices from afar
Grownups who were my children
Back and forth flies love
This week's roundup is here, hosted by Carol Varsalona, and one of my early Gratiku from this month is in her Bedecked in Autumn Gallery. Next week, I am scheduled to host the roundup. So far our internet has worked OK, so I'm still planning to do it. Lots of people are writing odes to autumn, and it will be the day after Thanksgiving. I always write odes with my eighth graders at Thanksgiving time (here's mine from last year). Please send in your poetry next Friday, odes or not, thankful or not! I am looking forward to a feast!
Birdtober? Gratiku? What's up with me and these made-up words and daily posting? Well, I've learned that a tiny little burst of creativity each day helps keep me going, stops me from being entirely fixated on the mess. That's why I post daily photos on Facebook. And that's why I'm doing these writing projects. This one is a daily haiku about something I'm thankful for. (A gratitude haiku - get it?) As long as the internet keeps working, I'm going to try to post one every day in November.