I wa
s just telling a friend that I’m waiting for life to return to Normal so I can get back to taking care of my house the way I want to. Then I realized, “Who am I kidding?! I don’t even know what Normal is anymore.” I struggle with that. Yet I don’t think I can give up the flow my life has developed, the flow that allows me to work in Ben’s classroom, tutor students who need help with reading, train parents in PD tools and practices and bullying-prevention. You know, the flow that gives me purpose and a sense of my place in the larger world. THAT flow.
I can’t even say that my current flow is my new Normal. I think Normal has no place in my vocabulary anymore. Normal is an illusion, and a restrictive one, at that. I find when I let go of that notion, I am free to enjoy what unfolds before me. And I’ve had to learn to trust that eventually the house will get cleaned. In the meantime, I’m really happy in my stay-close-to-home-mom role, working with kids and parents, enjoying my time on Planet Earth. Normal? Who needs Normal?? I’ve got Flow!
