Shokufeh is... home

Getting back in the saddle

Where'd I go?
I sit to write, but all I dwell on, it seems, is the bad stuff. Which is goofy, because, really, I have so little bad stuff. I know there's a lot more room in my life for a lot more bad stuff. Which scares me. I know the bad stuff provides opportunity for growth, but that doesn't make it any less scary to me. I need to stop holding on so tightly and just let go. Because even if I fall, it means that I'll probably have a longer ride when I get back on.

In the category of good - this evening, after a quick and yummy dinner of ghormeh sabzi (hmm, I wonder if my mom was visiting Mojan's blog?), we went to my mom's school. Yep, all five of us, three generations, went to watch some of the students perform. It was nice to be back there and see some familiar faces and be greeted. I miss going there. I even miss a little bit the days of juggling motherhood and working, trying to help students and corral MrMan, leaving home in the morning weighted down with all the toys and food and MrMan himself, and coming home in the evening too wiped to do anything but lie on the couch. I contemplate how to integrate this age group into my daily life, but haven't figured out if I'm brave enough to carry through.