This morning I’m going to watch Sunday Morning in the morning (a first in many months), clean out a few cabinets, catch up on our laundry, and get ready for the week ahead.
While I know it’s waiting for me, I probably won’t listen to the tribute episode of Manic Mommies posted by a listener, or write back to the people who have sent me and Erin emails, letters or other incredibly kind comments and gifts.
I have been humbled and amazed by the outpouring Erin and I have received since retiring from Manic Mommies just two weeks ago.
— Kristin S. Brandt (@kristinsb) December 29, 2014
Each post, each note, and each tag is a “happy dagger” to my heart – and recalls something my daughter said on the day before we said good-bye to Claudia. . . “I don’t want the fun ever to end.”
Retiring from Manic Mommies was absolutely the right choice for me and Erin, but as I’ve said, it wasn’t a decision that was easy, or made lightly. And while our community is adjusting to the new normal, so am I.
I don’t know if I’m up to the task of explaining that, while I am grateful and gratified to see our community connect with each other, share their memories and photos from our past events, and plan for a future getaway (whoop!) I am not quite ready to participate in the conversation myself. I worry about sounding ungrateful or uncaring, when the opposite is the truth.
I’m writing this today to say thank you, and keep photos, notes and happy comments coming. But please understand if it takes me some time to come out to play.
It’s awfully hard to type through the tears and laughter.