And the story never ends
I’ve written before about times when I’ve grappled with how mothering and other projects fit together in my life. I’m reminded now by my own mother’s blog that this is really a subset of a larger question that didn’t begin or end with having kids. The question I contemplated as a child, as a new mother, and as a divorced forty-something, is now my mother’s question again as a widowed sorta-retired-but-needing-a-project young senior. Life is finite. How do we make the most of it?