In seven months . . .

There’s been a lot going on at the Kaleidoscope house. Sure, all of us do way too many things, but quasi-insanity is how we roll. What’s really throwing us off? The Big Move.

The Man is in the military, so we’re no strangers to relocating. But instead of moving every two years like usual, we’ve been at this location for nearly four. This means that as far as the Maiden is concerned, here is the home she’s always known–the place she’s put down roots.

School, dance, sports, drama, camps, church, friends. The location of Target. Favorite parks. Her bike-riding radius in the neighborhood. That place where we saw that weird bird. The field where she and the Man fly kites. The river, and whether she can drain it and excavate it someday.

She’s gotten used to this place. So have we.

Also, this is the first move when we’ve had to think about our kid in terms of more than just whiny luggage along for the ride. She’s turning six, so all of sudden there’s all this decision-making about schools and kid-friendly neighborhoods and finding activities that she’ll fit in with and oh my gosh, just trying to make a new home that’s home in all the ways this place has been.

So: stress.

This weekend the 80-degree temperatures sent me rooting through closets for sweaters and coats to store away for fall. And that’s when it hit me: when we take these out again in seven months, it will all be over.

In seven months, all these questions and unknowns that are twisting up our lives and sanity will have been answered.




Kind of takes you aback for a minute, doesn’t it?

Then last night, we were looking at the Maiden, who had gone to sleep still wearing her ballet bun in the hopes that it would make her hair curly in the morning. (It didn’t.) She looked so . . . tall, all long legs and arms sprawled across the bed.

“I can’t believe she’s turning six,” I said.

The Man: “She’s a third of the way to being an adult.”


We’re driving ourselves nuts with all the decisions and questions. But the reality is this: it’s going to pass. By the time we next dig out the winter jackets, all these worries are going to be non-existent. In a year, they’ll be a distant memory, just a short blip in our own life story.

There will be new things to think about, new experiences, new decisions, new stressors. But that’s okay, because they, too, are finite.

Time passes. Things change. Everything is for a season, and all things come to an end.

But only so that we can make a new beginning.


8 responses to “In seven months . . .

  1. It zooms by and so few of us remember to catch it while we can. Very nice post.

    • thetwistingkaleidoscope

      Thanks. It really does go by fast. I don’t know whether it’s the coming move or just the fact that the Maiden’s suddenly looking older that’s got me realizing how quickly things slip by if we let them. Feeling soooo pensive now!

  2. I love your conclusion; it creates hope from what would otherwise be sadness. So, so beautiful.

    • thetwistingkaleidoscope

      Thank you. Looking ahead is the best way for our family to keep from being sad about leaving–or about time passing in other ways!. It goes quickly, but it just means there’s another adventure around the corner.

  3. Running from Hell with El

    Ah. Pensive, yes. Reading it makes me think back on the progression of time in my life as well. Gosh. I have a daughter just 2 years older than your baby. Well, not baby. Little girl. Lovely post.

    • thetwistingkaleidoscope

      Thank you! I bet you remember her being a little baby just like it was yesterday. One of the things that got me writing this was a friend’s FB post about how she was registering her son for Kindergarten for the fall, and I was like wait a minute, didn’t you *just* have your baby shower?! Also, the Maiden’s hair is growing so long and in her facial features she’s starting to transition from little kid to grade schooler. Yikes.

  4. I read this last week:
    I feel haunted by the constant tick tock. Thanks for another perspective on it all.

  5. Pingback: Seven months later | The Twisting Kaleidoscope

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