Our nest has been empty about a month now -- devoid of the children that we brought into this world. Last week, I found myself growing misty-eyed as I drove to a friend's house. My thoughts were consumed with the pain of saying good-bye.
But not to our youngest.
Oh, no! The tears weren't being shed for Nate, but for a collection of characters who've been with me for the past several weeks. The inhabitants of my novel, now completed, now over. I hated saying good-bye to them.
God's timing has been so gracious. The moment I got home from our taking-Nate-to-college-trip, I became a hermit. I promised an interested publisher that my novel would be completed at the end-of-September and I intended to do everything possible to keep that promise.
So instead of wandering through a house that suddenly seems to be too big for two or sobbing over the adorable baby photos of our now-grown children, I was tied to my laptop and chair. Without the distractions of a kid who thinks lunch is at 11:00 -- even if he just ate breakfast at nine -- and the responsibilities of a home school mom, the story I wanted to write came to life beneath my fingers.
Nate's been gone a month now. The novel is completed and in the publisher's inbox.
And I'm content, at least for awhile, to just enjoy these quiet moments of reflection and accomplishment.
Polliwog Poetry
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