My youngest girl and I were chatting in the car on a drive home from somewhere. Just she and I. Have any of you noticed this car talking phenomenon? Especially when you have just one of the kids along for the ride? If I'm quiet long enough.... it always starts. She was talking to me about puberty... and how weird it was. I agreed. I told her it was like a caterpillar turning into a butterfly, except humans don't have cocoons to hang out in so everyone gets to see you morph into the new you. She laughed at that and told me, "mom, we do have cocoons..... our bedrooms!!"
In a month, the teenagers in the house will outnumber Joe and I. Three to two. I remember looking at Sophia's round little face at 3 am almost 13 years ago..... and how Joe and I simultaneously realized we would have three teenagers in a million years from that moment. And... well crap, here we are. The million years has passed. I wish I had some poetic thing to say about it. But all I can say is, life is fast. And having mini adults is just.... so weird. They're mostly awesome and sometimes like aliens from a planet I do not speak the language of.....
But back to the cocoon. I've been thinking about that conversation all summer. And I've decided we all need cocoons sometimes..... perhaps more in our adolescents.... but us grown-ups need them too. Sometimes we have such a huge amount of growth or change that needs to happen that all we can do is step back from everything and wait, and trust that whatever big spirit we believe in is guiding our path.
Does that sound too crazy? Too "woo-woo" as my friend Sunny would call it? I don't know. Maybe.
But it does make me think my cocooning offspring are onto something.....