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Ahhh November.

What is it 

about November

that is so

quiet

calm

like the coming of

Home.

My birthday month.

The grateful month.

The beginning of 

the end.

The last of Fall.

November.

I've learned
quite quickly
that the only
constant
in this parenting
journey
is change.
Just when
you think
you can
expect
anticipate
predict...
it's gone.

Something new
takes place.
It's exciting
It's challenging
It's comforting

Everyday
these growing bodies
do something new
little by little
and then
one day
you notice.

Sometimes
It's sad.
We used to go to
the tree.
It would be
sunny and hot.
They were
smaller,
just gaining
their balance
their strength
their courage
to move
to crawl
off the blanket
away from
their Momma
into the world.

Now
the days
are colder.
They are
bigger
braver
stronger
smarter.
They go
together.
Head down
laughing hysterically
feet moving feverishly
bodies pushing
out
into
the world.

Sometimes
they still need
their Momma.

Sometimes
they still
look back.

Sometimes
they still
sit
with me.
The Love.
The love brings em
back.
They know it
They feel it
Home.

I am home.

The tree is home.

November is home.

We are headed home.