Transitions

I belong to a club of women who like to get together, in small groups, and do things. We vary in age from 25 to my age and talk about everything from the Aztecs to zephyrs and a million things in between.

It is interesting how much we all have in common even with all our differences.

Last Saturday we sat around a pizza at the Lucca Grill talking about transitions and how they take place without us really noticing them, not even those that might seem big.

Things like: when did I stop kissing my child's toes, or when did we stop reading books out loud? 

There we sat, an accountant, an attorney, and me, all trying to remember the last time we held our child's hand to cross the street.

That may not seem important, but on the grand scale of motherhood they were pretty sweet times and it's hard to imagine those things can just disappear like a cloud fading into the atmosphere.