Took my first solitary walk to our local park ever today. I am a little lonely with the kids at school all day, but it was good to get moving again. The dry pond was a huge surprise as we stayed either at the pool or indoors much of the summer. I spent all afternoon thinking things would be better if it would just rain. I wrestled with it, with this idea of not being able to control things. I realized that my life is going through a change of season too, and that the best I can do is go with it. Accept things and lay low and take walks and clear my head. One week into my new normal I am realizing that in so many ways I'm still trying to mother toddlers, at least in my own mind. When they come roaring home of an afternoon, I am surprised that these tallish, loud, somewhat smelly boys are putting away their backpacks, getting their reading done, and making a snack for themselves. Big snacks too. The changes that happened so gradually over the summer are now stark. Time moving at warp speed. As for me, I've no shortage of things to keep me busy. A dozen household projects I've been meaning to do, the daily round of home and garden, friends I have time to see, the gym, and I signed up to be a den leader with cubscouts. It will be a good year, but the most important task I have at hand is to better understand this new iteration of family life.