Ready for Change?
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Ch-ch-ch-ch-changes. Turn and face the strange changes.
The lyrics to David Bowie’s famous song have been ringing in my head these past few days since there are just a couple of changes going on around here.
Coming home from the last graduation party yesterday, realizing that this group of kids will never be together again, has left me just a bit melancholy. And so the lyrics ring.
Changes.
Wondering what will happen in the future. Excited, yes, but still . . . wondering.
Turn.
Watching one pack up her things to leave for the summer. Very strange, indeed.
And face . . .
Getting one ready to go forever. Sure, she’ll be back, but things will be different.
. . . the strange changes.
I’ve never been good with change. Just ask my husband. I’ve never lived outside of this state. I’ve never even lived more than 60 miles from where I grew up.
For me, change signals danger somehow. Fear. Uneasiness. I truly admire those who can face change with excitement, anticipation even.
Me? Not so much.
And yet, here it is. Probably the summer of some of the biggest changes in our family’s life so far. I’m not dreading it, but I’m not excited about it either.
I guess you’d say I’m just very aware of it.
So I’m turning and facing the changes.
How about you? How do you handle change? Any tips for this mom?
The lyrics to David Bowie’s famous song have been ringing in my head these past few days since there are just a couple of changes going on around here.
Coming home from the last graduation party yesterday, realizing that this group of kids will never be together again, has left me just a bit melancholy. And so the lyrics ring.
Changes.
Wondering what will happen in the future. Excited, yes, but still . . . wondering.
Turn.
Watching one pack up her things to leave for the summer. Very strange, indeed.
And face . . .
Getting one ready to go forever. Sure, she’ll be back, but things will be different.
. . . the strange changes.
I’ve never been good with change. Just ask my husband. I’ve never lived outside of this state. I’ve never even lived more than 60 miles from where I grew up.
For me, change signals danger somehow. Fear. Uneasiness. I truly admire those who can face change with excitement, anticipation even.
Me? Not so much.
And yet, here it is. Probably the summer of some of the biggest changes in our family’s life so far. I’m not dreading it, but I’m not excited about it either.
I guess you’d say I’m just very aware of it.
So I’m turning and facing the changes.
How about you? How do you handle change? Any tips for this mom?
