There is still no sign of morning light. It’s early. Bent over the sink, my hands plunged in a bowl of icy water soaking a pomegranate. I look outside at the darkness and think to myself, I am NOT a morning person. But yet, here I am. Fingertips freezing in a bowl of water waiting for the skin on the pomegranate to come loose so I can release the seeds and gift them freedom to float.
It’s time. It’s time to let go. That’s what I am thinking as I watch motherhood flash before my eyes…again…and this time watch my oldest daughter pack her bags for college. It really is time. I say again, because I did this last year with the man-child.