There was no ski trip, no amusement park trip, no beach trip. There was nothing life-changing
and nothing to remember forever. And yet, as the latest of our school
breaks is about to end, I feel somehow changed. Perhaps it is that the
week passed with no work for me, meaning that my kids' lack of structure simply
mirrored my own. Perhaps it was the awareness of both times repeating,
and times changing. Maybe it was the books read and the talks had in
rare moments of stillness, or those read and had in the moments of chaos
that only lack of normal routine can bring.
Come tomorrow,
I will likely feel the emptiness mixed with relief that sending my kids
back to their normal lives always brings me. But this time, something
will be different. I know it won't be a sunburn or a windburn--it wasn't
that kind of vacation. It will have the chill of times past and the
hint of the warmth of what is to come. It will soon dissolve and re-form
into a daily routine. But because of what it was, and what it wasn't--and because that's just how life is--something will be different.
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