Anew

It is all meant to come apart

Like the snake that outgrows its’ skin

Like the caterpillar that must alter into a butterfly

It must all come apart in order to make whole again

The egg must crack to be of use

The tree sometimes must fall

Sometimes, sometimes it must all topple down

To build back anew

Not the mightiest can stop the tide of change

Change is death

Change is rebirth

To accept the passing of time is to accept a million little deaths through change

If only it was truly such a choice

It is time to dismantle the playroom in my home and build a study room for my kids. This has been emotionally challenging. I put this room together over ten years ago, when my daughter was just a wee toddler with no intention of having a second, let alone a little boy (which explains all the pink!). They took part in taking it all apart and laughed at me as I exaggerated my pretend cry over every memory that crossed my mind. I know it is well overdue for me to change this room, but admittedly I have been dragging my feet. Of course I wish I could go back to their kindergarten days but I am trying to look ahead. Ms. G will be starting grade 8—her last year in elementary school—and Mr. D will be in grade 5. Yes it is time to change with the inevitable tides, but this time the tantrums in this room are all stemming from within me.

NB: This blog will be update with pictures of the study room when they become available