Mr. Moon is heading up to Georgia today to start getting the hunting camp ready for action.
I have no idea what this is going to entail but I do know that this means that I am about to get lots of alone time.
I am torn about this.
Because of my childhood, I love being alone. In some ways, I feel safest alone.
All of the years of my child-rearing I was hardly ever alone. From the very moment that spark of life happens in the belly, a mother is not alone. And if you're a mother the way I was, you don't leave that baby after it's born for...well. A good long time.
And then here comes another baby.
And then, and then. And so forth.
There were times during those days when I had four children at home that I would have given my little toes for a few days of solitude.
But. Here I am now and facing another hunting season and it will begin, unofficially, today. And my stomach is a bit tied up and I have a lump in my throat like the one I used to get whenever I'd read "Heidi" or "The Little Princess" and maybe I'm just getting old.
And here's the thing- he loves this time of year when he gets to spend time in the woods with a project that makes him so happy. And he is still strong and can do it and that is something I celebrate.
And I am still strong enough to keep the home fires burning.
And he always comes home.