Is anyone thinking I do a lot of driving, by any chance?
Yeah, well. It is what it is. Somehow I have wrangled myself into a life where much of my time is spent in the car.
On the upside:
I am very grateful for this life.
I have the most interesting conversations with my girls during these moments.
I see about a million people every day for three seconds and look into their faces and wonder who they are.
But Izzy's music camp is finally over and that will mean a temporary end to criss-crossing the city twice daily. We've listened to her crazy pop music, cast spells on the traffic lights, talked about life and how we want to live it, and at the end of each day I've listened to her burst with enthusiasm over the music she's learned.
I'm glad Izzy participated in a volleyball camp earlier this summer. I think it helped her to appreciate her inclination toward music. She loves it. She is getting older and more advanced, visibly maturing in her ability to master difficult compositions.
I watch her now and realize in some ways she has already left our little nest.
She will always be my dear, sweet Izzy, but she has ventured beyond where I've guided her and has made a place for herself in a world that seems to resonate with the most ancient part of her soul. It is quite something, as a mother, to watch the journey.
I will enjoy our moments in the car for as long as I can have them.