She touched down in Paris and successfully negotiated changing planes to her final destination. We got an email from her saying that she is there, doing well, except for the headache from thinking in English when all around her are speaking French. She'll be thinking in French within a few days, I think. Meanwhile, in other adventures I walked out to my car at the end of my work day to discover a totally flat tire. When it was removed and the spare placed, we say a shiny screw with a Phillips head. Of course, all the places that fix tires were already closed for the day, so I drove the 50 miles home on the donut spare.
such is life.
sorry, no deep thoughts today - I had them, and I lost them, so they will have to wait until they resurface.
Home and Garden: June 2004 Archives
We just put our youngest daughter on an airplane headed to Europe. She will be spending 4 weeks with a family in Montpellier France, hopefully improving her language skills in the process. I miss her already. The house is so empty now, with no children in it.
We knew these days would come, but who woulda thunk it years ago, when we were wrestling with crying babies, sleepless nights, and overflowing diaper bags? I always thought that by the time the last one left home, there would be grandbabies to love and cuddle. I guess it is a good thing that God called me to be a midwife - I get to love His children and then hand them back to their earthly mothers.
Mothering is not always easy, not always fun. But I wouldn't have traded a minute of it for anything earthly that I can think of.
You who have young children, don't get so caught up in the minutiae of their care that you forget to savor the moments. They pass too quickly.
from my inbox today:
Somebody said it takes about six weeks to get back to normal after you've had a baby . . . somebody doesn't know that once you're a mother, normal is history.
Somebody said you learn how to be a mother by instinct . . . somebody never took a three-year-old shopping.
Somebody said being a mother is boring . . . somebody never rode in a car driven by a teenager with a driver's permit.
