An Ode to my Front Porch…

It’s 7am and I’m up. No need to rush, no need to get dressed, no need to yell at the kids to move faster… So I throw on my robe and slippers, grab my coffee and head to my front porch. I have time and space to gather my thoughts for the locked-down day ahead. Breakfast, lunch, and dinner, damn Distance Learning, starting a business…So much to do and all the time to do it. I watch people walk by with their masks and gloves, waving from many feet away, wondering what their day is going to look like and what thoughts they are gathering during their walk.

I made it through the day and the kids are in bed. I’m back on the porch again with a glass of wine, recovering. Thinking about what the hell just happened today? Wondering what I could have done better, what we have to look forward to. I’m finally single, and it’s too scary to date.

The one constant is my Lucy Lab by my side. My first child, my girl. Friday finally arrives and the boys go to their dad’s. I spend hours on my porch- Lucy is always there. They screech off in his ridiculous mid-life crisis sports car and Lucy gives me the look of “ah it’s just us old ladies.”

This past year my Lucy girl left us after her beautiful 14 years of life. I now sit on the porch and realize it’s the first time I’m by myself, really alone when the kids go to their dads…and I am ok… I will be ok.