Last night, unknown to me until the early and still-dark hours of today, Charlesy Jane wrote of “Yesterday.” The word, to me, about one decade older than Charlesy Jane, immediately brings the music of the Beatles to mind.
Yet, there is karma. Making my way down the dark staircase this morning to let the dogs out, I was thinking – probably for at least the 500th time – of a post that is still here inside me, likely to be titled “I Was One of the Lucky Ones.” Full of thoughts of young motherhood when I was a stay-at-home mom to two, so often I read the words, both in blogs and in Facebook posts, of the young working mothers who are weary from lack of sleep, dealing with the mixed feelings of leaving their little ones in daycare as they are off to their careers, and I have such empathy for them.
I am still very much a “stay at home mom,” although my children are now twenty-somethings and nearer to thirty than twenty. But I shall leave my ramblings for that post about my luck during those days when they were still here with me, and simply share with you last night’s words from Charlesy Jane: