She loves an umbrella, but dislikes thunder. Today, she was not even a little troubled by the thunder boomers. We grabbed an umbrella and walked to the bus stop where she sang, rather loudly “The sun will come out, tomorrow!” A neighbor closed her window as she belted out the finale. Probably because it is chilly today.
But I have a cup of coffee and a quiet moment before I continue to clean out the basement, discarding things that are broken and passing along toys that are no longer used. I have neither had the time nor the inclination to evaluate the detritus of our lives. The answer for nearly two years, when asked about an item has been “put it down in the basement and I will deal with it later.” Well, later is now.
It is still raining, but harder.
Olivia is off on her new adventure, excited about the possibility of making new friends. While there is part of me that regrets the details of her preschool years, it being a picture far different from the one that I would have painted for her, she is a happy child. And I am grateful for this. There is part of me that worries about the future, the thunder, and her fear. (As a very loud clap of thunder crashes outside my window, making me jump!) She will be fine.
Today, I will pour myself another cup of coffee and dive in. I will wait to hear of Livvy's new and exciting experience when the bus returns this afternoon, regardless of the weather. Arms open to her, and to our future.