Moving On

Transitions are often difficult for the most pliable of adults, but for a little boy who has never even been to school yet, they are incomprehensible. Yesterday the chair I ordered for Lennon, before all this commotion began, came and we opened the box. Frankly, today I was too preoccupied to be able to focus enough to put it together with him, so I just sat the box on the floor.

I went into the other room and when I came back, Lennon was curled up inside the box and he refused to come out. He wants things to be back the way they used to be and I know this is his way of dealing with it all. It took me about twenty minutes of story telling and talking before he decided to come play.

Tonight I put the chair together. It is a small Adirondack chair that claimed it could be assembled in twenty minutes. Obviously they failed to take my lack of carpentry skills into account. There were three little thingees that were not on their list of parts that I had never seen before. It turned out not to be a real problem. The chair simply would not go together without them, so the trial and error method took about an hour to assemble. Lennon will enjoy sitting in it when he and Daddy are in the back yard, but I take the more romantic version that these arms will hold him when I cannot.

I thought I had pared my life down to the nitty-gritty, but as I packed today I realize that I really would like to take more than what my car can carry when I leave Wednesday. Of course I could always come back for the antiques, washer/dryer, bed and piano later on when I know where I will settle. I will miss my piano most of all, but I am taking the flutes and dulcimer, so I won’t be bereft of all music. It’s good not to get too attached to things.

Transitions, those events that test the truth and open doors, which sounds simple and right, but is still very difficult to live through sometimes.