Finding a new groove
I'm going to be brutally honest with you my dear readers because I never hold back from you.
I've been having quite a few issues transitioning into my new role as a stay-at-home mom with a kid in school. My "not so" little man is having a ball in his new classroom. His teacher owns four guinea pigs that come to class every day and he's busy making new friends and learning how to write his name.
Exciting times in our household for sure. No worries there, but this momma is finding the transition hard. I'm not used to school pickups, a quiet house, or the school dynamic just yet.
I've been feeling a smidgen lost, and trying to find a new school year groove. I know I'm not alone in that feeling. I talked with people about the fires raging in the Gorge, and how upsetting it is to see that beauty lost. Hopefully with this much needed rain it gets more under control. The ash in the air last month was a devastating reminder of how a simple action has lasting effects. I know I'm not alone when I say I have wonderful memories of visiting the Gorge area with my extended family, or being worried about family in the line of literal fire. It makes me upset and mad, and I'm devastated about the destruction of that area. Hopefully our recent rains will help our hardworking firefighters to get it under control.
It's hard to sit back and do nothing when you see the reports of destruction reported in the news and constant ash in the air. I am so thankful to all the hardworking fire crews out there, as well as to their families for supporting them while they are working. I wish they could know just how thankful we all are of their hard work and dedication to their job.
Combine that locally to the devastation in Florida and Texas and it's enough to make anyone feel helpless. I've taken solace in teaching my "not so" little man about helping others in times of need even if they don't live nearby. In the spirit of Mr. Rogers (now known as Daniel Tiger) we should look for the helpers, and be a part of the solution if possible. Where to start? Little Man and I went shopping and picked up basic supplies for those who need it most and put it on a food truck bound for Houston. Hopefully it's a lifelong lesson that will be remembered. In teaching my son to help if possible and be part of the solution rather than the problem is where I take my solace in that devastation.
What to do next is the question.
How can we move forward? What do we need to change to ensure the natural beauty of our land? Something isn't working, and needs to be fixed. New restrictions perhaps, or a new way of reaching and teaching our future about the importance of natural beauty in a way that hasn't been done before might be the answer. I'm not the expert. Either way we should pull together, support those who need it, and figure this all out together.