As I was waking S up from his beach-induced nap, an overwhelming feeling of in-between-ness came over me. Tears welled up in my eyes as I smelled the ocean air in his hair, and looking at how his little boy hands clutched his beloved blankie as tight as possible.
Unbelievably, I ordered him a jogging stroller last week. Did I mention he’s 4 1/2? Shouldn’t he be riding his bike as I run by now? Maybe..maybe not. He and I both are somewhere in between.
As I think about this precarious position in life, I realize, aren’t we always in some state of in between? Between ages, stages. Some are our own stages…some are those of ones we love. Our children, our parents. Life is constantly moving forward whether we like it or not.
I’ve been wanting to get back to writing for some time, but there’s always something else to be done. Laundry, grocery shopping, making a meal, working. As I felt the pangs of realization that my little boy won’t be little for much longer, I also knew I had to pick back up with the blog. The urge to write has been stronger than ever. I don’t want to let any more time pass. No more in between…just putting fingers to keys and getting the words out as fast as possible. I can’t hold them any longer.