On Christmas morning I was up before the others (earlier as always, but later than before). I poured some Kahlua in my coffee, added a candy cane and because no one was looking, a healthy heap of whipped cream.
And felt it. A slight rumble….a little shake….almost too subtle to notice.
Except I am a mom, and moms notice everything.
I knew, then and there, this was the beginning of a tetonic shift in my life.
And don’t you go saying I am being over-dramatic. This is serious stuff, the plate tetonics of parenthood.
Small changes this year. Bigger ones next year.
The changes are good and happy, expected and welcome. I love change, really I do.
But darn it, at that moment, I only felt the unsettling shift.
I don’t know what any of this means, but writing it makes it a little more familiar, and not so scary. In the meantime, I am going to study plate tetonics for clues.