We had what I consider to be a 1/2 day of academics. I was a bit in slow motion with instruction. The younger guys had a few math lessons and quizzes. My oldest studied several subjects independently. The contractors were attaching the last few gutters onto our house. The weather was gorgeous outside, so we studied and played at the same time. I tried a yoga class at the gym this evening and didn’t realize how tight my muscles were until I started stretching. Decent workout, but I really enjoyed the quietness and stillness of the breathing and stretching. Made me want to join a monastery, no joke. I may get my kids involved in yoga. The class made me think about their fast-paced days, and I’m not so sure that’s the best thing. They need to be still sometimes just like we do.
Middle age mindset-yes, what does that mean? I was having a discussion with my oldest this evening. He was angry and upset about some things that had been said to him by friends. I listened and we discussed many topics concerning the situation. I thought about myself and the stage of life that I’m in called middle age after talking with him. I’ve found myself in my 40’s not really caring about certain things in life anymore like I would have when I was his age. After going through medical school, having four children, and now raising them while my body changes and reminds me of such, I just don’t care anymore if someone would have issues with me. You get somewhat comfortable in who you are as a person and don’t really fret about stuff that’s not relevant to your life. I see that same attitude in many middle-age mothers. I wish I could pass that insight onto my son, but he’s got his own growing pains to do. More to keep my middle-age finger on.
Off to prep…