Moving my oldest into her freshman dorm. Huge change.
Got my period unexpectedly in the midst of all this. Changing body.
First thing this morning I tracked down the nearest CVS to stock up on supplies. Lovely change in make up offerings.
And I thought how poignant, how significant, to have my period the day my child goes off on her own for the first time. It's a reminder of fertility. Not having my period meant I was pregnant with her all those years ago. It's allowing my emotions to bubble up to the surface. While I usually keep things stuffed deep down, I've been quietly (and openly) sobbing as I'm getting ready to let her go.
Life is changing, shifting to a different place, a different stage.
My body is too.
This physical reminder is reminding me that even in the changes, some things never change. And through the cramps and the missing my girl, I can still smile and know it will be ok in the end.
It's actually ok now.