Divorce! Re-Marriage! Blended Families! Oh My!
There’s one topic I haven’t touched on much in my writing, mainly because it involves other people and I feared it would be hard to do in a way that would keep already hurt feelings from being hurt more. But I recently put together an application for one of those paid blogger positions at Club Mom, with the idea to blog about living after divorce in a blended family. It’s a circumstance that directs my life every day. The fact of my choosing to divorce and remarry, to have another child and to move to another state is the foundation that my family life sits on. It has also shaped Tyler’s father’s life in ways I can’t ever really know.
I’m feeling the pull stronger after last night’s dinner, when I popped open the last container of sunflower seed pesto from the freezer, and also used the last quart of slow-roasted tomatoes. I have a pint left, and about ten jars of tomato sauce, one half-gallon of garlic and tomato soup with navy beans, and maybe ten jars of pickles. One pint of pickled beets, a couple of jars of dilly beans, some canned green beans, one jar of peach jam, and two containers of New England Pie Pumpkin puree in the freezer. That’s it. Larder’s getting empty. I feel my pulse quickening at the prospect of a whole new season of making ready for the next winter. I know; it’s a sickness that I’m already thinking about another hibernation time with this one still standing in the door, making its long goodbye.
"All through the long winter, I dream of my garden. On the first day of spring, I dig my fingers deep into the soft earth. I can feel its energy, and my spirits soar."
~Helen Hayes
