It’s late summer, the last day of January. My world is rimmed in greens and framed by blue. It’s the sort of day where you can feel the earth swell, the sort of day where it’s impossible to remember why all the things written on my list are important, the sort of day where I must go to the beach and float pressed between sea and sky. And this, I have every intention of doing, but not only is it the last day of January, but it is the last week of our 19 year-old offsider being home. So though the perfection of the day presses I want to cook him dinner, wash his clothes and just be around before he leaves for the year. The beach will wait.
Oh Maggie, this brought a tear to my eye. My eldest 20yr old daughter is leaving home for the first time on Monday and packing up her bedroom this week so the middle daughter can move into the big room for year 12. It's my first time experiencing this bittersweet moment and you've captured all the emotions in your amazing writing. Thank you for this, it's so comforting to know I'm not the only one going through this xx
I was reading back over some of your archive and found this - your writing about children leaving the nest maps so well with emotional experience - my heart beat in unison when reading your words about C preparing to head off, taking me back to how I felt when H was that age, capturing some of what I still feel, even now. Such a gift. Thank you.
I just love the way your writings make me feel normal Mags. Sending u hugs from the sisterhood of women who relate xx
Oh Maggie, this brought a tear to my eye. My eldest 20yr old daughter is leaving home for the first time on Monday and packing up her bedroom this week so the middle daughter can move into the big room for year 12. It's my first time experiencing this bittersweet moment and you've captured all the emotions in your amazing writing. Thank you for this, it's so comforting to know I'm not the only one going through this xx
I was reading back over some of your archive and found this - your writing about children leaving the nest maps so well with emotional experience - my heart beat in unison when reading your words about C preparing to head off, taking me back to how I felt when H was that age, capturing some of what I still feel, even now. Such a gift. Thank you.
Beautiful writing and words again Maggie! 🙏
Beautiful ❤️