Poppy and her new friend have been playing nicely together during floor-time, and so I checked to see whether they would get along in the same pen. They did indeed. I expanded the pen a little bit, so that they would have room to spread out in case they grew tired of one another, but they spent most of their time squashed together on purpose.
Saturday, October 9, 2021
New Roommate
Wednesday, October 6, 2021
Tuesday, October 5, 2021
Monday, October 4, 2021
Patronus
Sunday, October 3, 2021
That Text
Herself speaks.
Earlier this week, I got THAT TEXT from one of the Offspring.
I'm OK. Car is done.
It was handled well; tow truck enlisted, insurance called, everything taken care of. I sort of want details about the accident, and sort of VERY MUCH don't. It's all I can do not to imagine the terribleness. Don't want to encourage catastrophic thinking on my part.
All I can think is: they are OK. My new mantra.
I still feel queasy thinking about it.
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Parenting adult offspring is HARD. They need to find their own paths, explore and make their own choices and go where their hearts lead.
I just wish that I could keep them safe from the pain -- physical and emotional -- of Life. I know I can't. I'll have to continue to sit back and watch things unfold, and to make sure that they have a soft place to land and a helping hand when needed.
I love them so. I hope they know.