Spring Break was highly unusual for me this year, not in what we did but how it felt. As usual, we didn’t go on a vacation (last year’s New York City trip was a freak occurrence); we were just milling about smartly around the house. I worked my two days at the salon and taught three spin classes, Jim worked, and the boys had lacrosse practice, got together with friends, and wasted time in the normal ways that they don’t often get to enjoy (video games, watching movies, etc.) because we’re so busy.
Perhaps it’s because I spend so much time these days at home and on the computer, writing. When you add that to the fact that I really don’t like too many changes in my routine (Who moved my cheese?????), I was slightly discombobulated.
Oh yeah, and there’s that other thing. As of the end of spring break, we’re in the home stretch of the older boy’s senior year in high school. It’s just…weird! He’ll be graduating in a little more than six weeks. I’m not filled with dread about that whole college thing at the moment, but there are definitely moments in which I remember that this is the last time we’re doing something or other before he goes away.
That’s why, to keep my own sanity and sense of reason about the ways of life and all, I do my best to focus “in the now” as much as I can.
Yesterday when the older boy left for work, the younger boy set up our Risk game, and the three of us played for a couple of hours in the same spirit as we always do, starting with the same countries that we always do, and fighting for the same continents that we always do. There were only three of us, and this grand finale to a quiet spring break was a wee bit lonelier than usual but no less fun. Jim decided to attack the younger boy’s hold on North America from Asia just as the older boy normally does when he’s playing, and the trash-talking tradition continued. It’s always nice to be able to focus on one kid at a time, and although the kid won’t admit it, I think he likes it too. The afternoon flew by, and as I stacked cannons and horsemen on Iceland to protect it from the younger boy’s troop-filled Greenland, I smiled at our practice session for what will soon be the new normal.
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