(I'm not always the oldest person in the classroom.)
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Today is a big day for my fourth born child because today she's 18 year's old! How is this possible? I mean, what sort of weird time-bending bubble do I live in where my children are aging faster than me? Surely I'm not old enough to be the mother of yet another child who has reached the age of adulthood. Yesterday I realized something. When you're the oldest person in the classroom, don't shy away from it. Rather, you should own it! That's the thing I wish I knew last fall when I started back to school. (I'm not always the oldest person in the classroom.)
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Some days more than others, I am reminded of how important music is to me. For instance, this song -- actually the entire album from which it came -- helped lull Max to sleep when he was a baby. I hadn't thought about this little memory tidbit in ages. Thanks, Harvest Moon 2016, for allowing me to remember a little slice of joy from my life with my son. Recently, I was sitting in Roger's music studio listening to a song that my 11 year old recorded when he was 6. I was simultaneously struck by 2 things: 1) It's really good. 2) When he dies, I'll want to know where to find this for the funeral. That, my friends, is what my brain does every day. Since then, I've had this next song running in continuous loop in my head. Facebook reminded me that I had shared this on my page in 2010, well before Max died and while deeply pregnant with my last baby when I was really worried about someone very, very dear to me. If a song can stick with a person through many intensely emotional seasons, it must be good. |
Who's that?Much of the blame belongs to me, Alison. I am: Wife to 1 man, Mom to 10 kids, and Farmer to a great many critters. Archives
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