My kids are 25 and 22 and share their location with me through our phones. My son (22) once questioned why, and I explained that it’s not that I need to know where they are all the time or that I’m checking up on them, but when I’m really missing them, I can click on their location and know they are in the right spot and following their dreams. It doesn’t make me miss them less, it just reminds me I’ve given them roots AND wings. ❤️
What a beautiful explanation to your son and what a beautiful reminder for all of us! I think there is great comfort in catching a glimpse of our children out there in the world, following their own path toward independence. The missing never completely goes away, but seeing them use their "wings" makes the ache a little sweeter. I just love this perspective so much and am grateful you shared it.
I love this and I’m stealing it! You put into words just how I feel. I’m not stalking them, I just love to check in once in awhile and it makes my heart happy to see they are living their dreams (especially my son bc he travels a lot and isn’t the best at sending texts or pictures! lol)
This is so beautiful! I love her picture window- so much beauty to behold! I love that you got some good time to get organized and spend together, and I love figuring out this parenting of adult kids in all phases with you! Thank you for sharing a paving the way!
Thank you, Carrie. I remember where I was last year, struggling thinking about Avery leaving for college because she isn’t much of a texter or phone talker. You said, “We will get through this, and we will find new ways to connect with our kids. You taught me that THE LOVE is constant — on that we can rely, it will never falter, and it will always be there. Now we can breathe when we remember that.”
I held on to that lifeline — and Avery and I were able to stay connected, and in many ways, grow closer despite the distance.
This is why I will keep writing about this transitional stage of life because we have so much to share with one another. We hold lifelines that help us carry on. Thank you for being in it with me.
It is such an honor to know when someone has slowed down and taken in my words to the point that she FEELS them… and in that process, tears form. This is everything, Shari. Thank you for letting me know, dear one. My hand in yours.
"But love doesn’t disappear when the journeys become separate; it simply changes form." So beautifully said. That has been my experience, too. It's kind of breathtaking.
Thank you, dear Jena. "Breathtaking" is such an accurate description for those moments we realize the love for our growing children adjusts and expands in ways we never imagined it could.
Thank you. I've been following you since I had small children, and now it feels like my eldest is pulling away faster and faster as the end of her schooling approaches. My heart has been hurting and my feelings have been BIG lately. Thank you for this view into one of our potential futures.
Thank you for walking alongside me all these years. The fact that you've been here since your children were small and are now standing at the edge of this new season alongside me feels especially meaningful.
I remember when my girls were little and it seemed impossible to imagine this stage. And yet here we are.
What I want to tell you is that the "pulling away" can look very different from the inside than it feels from the outside. What sometimes feels like distance is often growth. What feels like an ending is often a reshaping of the relationship.
And yes, the feelings can be BIG. Mine have been too.
Be gentle with yourself in this season. There is grief in letting go, but there is also so much beauty waiting on the other side. I've been surprised to discover that as our children step farther into their own lives, they often invite us into new kinds of connection we couldn't have imagined before.
Sending you love as you navigate this tender stretch of the journey. You are not alone.
Moving thru this very stage myself and it’s been pretty rocky for me. Visiting my daughter’s house recently I saw some signs she’s holding on to good things from our years raising her… I had always hung a reflective crystal in a sunny window in our kitchen, spreading rainbows around the room… I noticed she hung one in her own sunny kitchen and said how they enjoyed the rainbows in the late afternoon. 🙏🏻🤗❤️🥹. I had to pinch myself to keep from tearing up.. 😆 Little things help us know it’s ok to keep moving on.
What a beautiful sight to discover in your daughter's home. I can picture those late-afternoon rainbows dancing across her kitchen and understand exactly why you had to fight back tears. Sometimes the smallest details become the most reassuring signs that the love, traditions, and care we poured into our homes are still living on.
Thank you for sharing this tender moment. You're right... little things help us keep moving forward. They remind us that while our children may leave our homes, they carry pieces of home with them.
That song. Both the lyrics and the video belong with your writing like peanut butter and buttered toast. Yummmm.
I love that your transition time with Natalie brought both of you to the warm place of remembering that you always know where the other is. I too have a thing about trains! (Doesn’t surprise me at all that you do)
These last few years are so precious. I remember. My oldest is now almost 43, her sister soon 36. Those transition years long gone.
I will promise you one thing for certain: the years continue to get better and better as they age… even tho we thought it couldn’t be possible. 🤗 the love grows and the connections deepen as we get to watch them fly. ♥️
Thank you for listening to the song, Teyani! And your review made me smile so big. Mat Kearney has been my favorite singer/songwriter for over 15 years. I listened to his music nonstop as I wrote my first book. His music is my lifeline.
Thank you for soooo much for offering the perspective of someone who has traveled farther down the Letting Go Road. Hearing you say that the love continues to grow and the connections deepen gives me so much comfort and hope. I especially love your phrase, "watch them fly." That's exactly what it feels like. There is sadness in releasing our grip, but there is also such joy in witnessing who they become.
Thank you for reminding me that this chapter is not an ending, but an evolution of the relationship. I will carry your words with me.
P.S. I love that we share a fondness for trains! 🩵 We share all the best commonalities!
Under age 8 we lived in a small town where I could hear the trains at night. I always loved hearing their whistles. When I bought the condo I’m now in about ten years ago, the very first night I was here, I heard the trains and it was so comforting.
This is so lovely and heartwarming...a room, a view, a connection, for always. It is so hard to let go. I am struggling and as you know, your words hit home, and they help. <3
Thank you for the solidarity, dear Christy. It means so much to know we’re not alone in this process. I don’t think this season of parenting is talked about nearly enough. 🩵
Thank you for sharing your experience. I need to know how others cope with their situation when an adult child needs their independence. My 24 year old is starting her new journey, and it’s been a real challenge to let go. As an only child I might have been just a bit extra protective.
Thank you for sharing this. I imagine being the parent of an only child adds another layer of tenderness to an already emotional transition.
One thing I'm slowly learning is that letting go doesn't mean loving less. It means finding new ways to love, ways that honor our children's growing independence while still allowing us to stay connected. Some days I do this better than others. There are moments when my instinct is still to protect, advise, or smooth the path ahead. But I'm discovering that stepping back can be its own act of love.
Please be gentle with yourself in this season. Twenty-four years of caring deeply doesn't simply switch off because your daughter is beginning a new chapter. It takes time for our hearts to adjust.
I'm grateful you shared this here. I have a feeling many parents reading these comments understand exactly what you mean. 🩵
Thank you for sharing this Rachel. It brought tears again and I feel less alone in the transitions of being a mama to young adults, knowing that you and others here are feeling these same growing pains and hopeful moments too.
Thank you for being here and for sharing this. One of the gifts of this community is realizing that so many of us are walking similar roads at the same time, holding both the growing pains and the hopeful moments in the very same hands.
I'm grateful we don't have to navigate these transitions alone. Thank you for helping make this space one where we can tell the truth about what we're feeling and remind one another that we're not the only ones.
Another beautiful essay, Rachel. Thank you for sharing. The view from the window feels like it suits Natalie so much.
But my favorite line? "Natalie had invited me to stay a few extra days to help unpack and keep her company while she got settled in a city where she knew no one." I hope that when my girls are going out on their own, they will still want to include me. What a precious gift.
Tammy, thank you for seeing the beauty in that line. When I got the invitation to “bring extra outfits,” some of the regrets I’d been carrying loosened their grip. Being chosen as someone she wanted by her side for that milestone did truly feel like the ultimate gift. 🩵
I hope you get to experience that one day too, my friend. The way you continually look for ways to show up for your daughters is a beautiful thing to behold.
This is a beautiful piece, Rachel. You don't know how much your words mean to me. My girls are just a few years younger than yours and the fact you share some of your experiences with us means I go into these phases with wisdom and understanding. We just went to college orientation yesterday, so this was so timely for me as we prepare for this change!
Oh Elizabeth, this makes me so happy. I remember those college orientation days so vividly (Natalie had two because of her college shut down). I remember it being a lot… so many emotions and information all at once.
One thing I've learned is that these transitions rarely arrive all at once. They come in small steps, giving us time to adjust and grow right alongside our children.
I'll be cheering you on as you prepare for this next chapter. 🤝
Rachel, this line is so beautiful - "Do not underestimate the comfort that comes from knowing where your people are." I paused and reread it three times, because I knew it was meant for me in the season I'm in right now. Thank you. Another gift from your heart that I bet you didn't realize would land so personally, or at least to whom.
I had to smile when I read about your fascination with trains, because trains have been a landmark and staple where I live! For about nine years, Ben and I lived in a small, Mayberry-like town, with train tracks almost in our backyard. I remember waking up every night when a train would pass, our bed trembling. It took me about two weeks to sleep through it.
But reading what you wrote, it occurred to me that sometimes when we don't have access to something all the time, it becomes more precious to us. We notice it. We pause. We stay long enough to remember a time when that particular object or experience meant something to us--just like you did when you took the video of the trains and sent it to your parents.
Rachel, I also want to acknowledge what you wrote about not feeling like yourself and wondering what the reason is (hormones, anemia, grief, etc.). I understand being in this place on a very personal level. And I just want you to know I'm here for you. I mean that more than just in these words or in this space, but as a gift of my heart (and my time) to you, should you ever decide to receive it. My offer still stands if you ever want to Zoom with me for an hour. I am happy to give you the space to have a person listen to you, someone who cares and understands. I hope you'll think about it. The door to my heart and time is open.
I smiled reading about the trains rattling your bed each night. You're right, sometimes the things we don't have access to all the time become the things we notice most. Perhaps that's why that train video felt so meaningful to send to my parents. For a moment, it felt like sharing a piece of home.
And thank you for highlighting that line. "Do not underestimate the comfort that comes from knowing where your people are" is one of those phrases I have carried for many years inside me. It stemmed from an awful experience in a high rise condo when I couldn't see that someone had carried out Avery (as a baby) during an emergency. When we were united, we both cried with relief. Hearing that it met you exactly where you are reminds me why I keep showing up to the page.
I'm also deeply grateful for your kindness and generosity. Your offer is such a beautiful reflection of the care that exists in this community. Just knowing there are people willing to hold space for one another is a comfort in itself. I promise I will keep that offer in my back pocket and reach out if needed.
Thank you for your tender heart, your encouragement, and for being one of the people whose presence makes this Treehouse feel like home.
Oh wow, Rachel, thank you for offering additional context about the scary situation when Avery was a baby. It makes that line so much more powerful abs richer because of this story. I can imagine as a mother that panic rising inside when you're not sure if your child is okay, especially when you're separated from them in a crisis. I had a similar experience with Felicity as a toddler.
Sarah missed you on our Zoom call today. She asks about Banjo a lot! I'm amazed at the details she remembers about people she met only once.
I'm always here for you. My heart is an open door for you, Rachel.
Hi Jeannie, I’m so sorry I missed the gathering. I had planned come for a bit before my doctor’s appointment, but Banjo started throwing up on the rug, and I got completely sidetracked. It nearly makes me cry that Sarah remembers to ask about him. He’s been having such a hard time. When I got back from moving Natalie into her apartment, I saw he had taken a downward turn. I took him to a new vet and they are quite certain we are dealing with IBS or Intestinal lymphoma. (They look very similar.) They are treating his symptoms until he can have an ultrasound done by the specialist on June 29. I was so shocked that he started throwing up this morning after we had gotten him stabilized. I’m waiting to hear back from the vet. Please tell Sarah I’m so sorry I missed her smile and thank her for thinking of my special guy! It means the world. 🩷 Hugs to you both for being such good humans!
Oh no, Rachel! How uncanny to hear that poor, sweet Banjo is sick today, when Sarah asked about him. I have a feeling she will say she wants to pray for him. She’s been creating this little board next to a special tower where she keeps her things, and it says “Prayer Intentions” above it. I’ll see little sticky notes with specific people or circumstances written on them. Thank you for telling us about your sweet guy. It’s so hard to see our beloved pets age. I feel that ache in my heart. XO
This means more than I can say!! I ended up writing about Sarah’s inquiry and how much you both touched me yesterday. Please share the Note with her when you get a chance. I want Sarah to know how special she is!!!
Oh and Jeannie, you know how I have been feeling not myself? Well, my bloodwork showed dangerously low Ferritin levels - like my iron reserves are empty! My doctor wants me to get iron infusions. I’m working on getting an appointment with a hematologist. This explains why I’ve been out of sorts.
Oh, Rachel, I am SO GLAD you got some answers, and please keep me posted about your appointment with the hematologist! An acquaintance of mine, who is an MD, once told me something wise: “The body takes years to reveal its secrets.” That has been true for me. Sometimes it just takes those long, frustrating years to get some relief, so I am glad you are on the cusp of that for yourself!
I see your Note and will certainly share it with Sarah. We care about you! XO
My kids are 25 and 22 and share their location with me through our phones. My son (22) once questioned why, and I explained that it’s not that I need to know where they are all the time or that I’m checking up on them, but when I’m really missing them, I can click on their location and know they are in the right spot and following their dreams. It doesn’t make me miss them less, it just reminds me I’ve given them roots AND wings. ❤️
Dear Jen,
What a beautiful explanation to your son and what a beautiful reminder for all of us! I think there is great comfort in catching a glimpse of our children out there in the world, following their own path toward independence. The missing never completely goes away, but seeing them use their "wings" makes the ache a little sweeter. I just love this perspective so much and am grateful you shared it.
My hand in yours,
Rachel
I love this and I’m stealing it! You put into words just how I feel. I’m not stalking them, I just love to check in once in awhile and it makes my heart happy to see they are living their dreams (especially my son bc he travels a lot and isn’t the best at sending texts or pictures! lol)
This is so beautiful! I love her picture window- so much beauty to behold! I love that you got some good time to get organized and spend together, and I love figuring out this parenting of adult kids in all phases with you! Thank you for sharing a paving the way!
Thank you, Carrie. I remember where I was last year, struggling thinking about Avery leaving for college because she isn’t much of a texter or phone talker. You said, “We will get through this, and we will find new ways to connect with our kids. You taught me that THE LOVE is constant — on that we can rely, it will never falter, and it will always be there. Now we can breathe when we remember that.”
I held on to that lifeline — and Avery and I were able to stay connected, and in many ways, grow closer despite the distance.
This is why I will keep writing about this transitional stage of life because we have so much to share with one another. We hold lifelines that help us carry on. Thank you for being in it with me.
My hand in yours,
Rachel
EXACTLY! So good to remember this too- I see the fruits for sure! So grateful!
Absolutely beautiful. I’m glad I read this after I got home from the doctor’s office and not in his waiting room. Crying as usual. Xoxo
It is such an honor to know when someone has slowed down and taken in my words to the point that she FEELS them… and in that process, tears form. This is everything, Shari. Thank you for letting me know, dear one. My hand in yours.
"But love doesn’t disappear when the journeys become separate; it simply changes form." So beautifully said. That has been my experience, too. It's kind of breathtaking.
Thank you, dear Jena. "Breathtaking" is such an accurate description for those moments we realize the love for our growing children adjusts and expands in ways we never imagined it could.
Thank you for being here. 🩵
Thank you. I've been following you since I had small children, and now it feels like my eldest is pulling away faster and faster as the end of her schooling approaches. My heart has been hurting and my feelings have been BIG lately. Thank you for this view into one of our potential futures.
Dear Alex,
Thank you for walking alongside me all these years. The fact that you've been here since your children were small and are now standing at the edge of this new season alongside me feels especially meaningful.
I remember when my girls were little and it seemed impossible to imagine this stage. And yet here we are.
What I want to tell you is that the "pulling away" can look very different from the inside than it feels from the outside. What sometimes feels like distance is often growth. What feels like an ending is often a reshaping of the relationship.
And yes, the feelings can be BIG. Mine have been too.
Be gentle with yourself in this season. There is grief in letting go, but there is also so much beauty waiting on the other side. I've been surprised to discover that as our children step farther into their own lives, they often invite us into new kinds of connection we couldn't have imagined before.
Sending you love as you navigate this tender stretch of the journey. You are not alone.
My hand in yours,
Rachel
I am so grateful to have your hand in mine. I'm saving this conversation to come back to when I feel alone in future.
Moving thru this very stage myself and it’s been pretty rocky for me. Visiting my daughter’s house recently I saw some signs she’s holding on to good things from our years raising her… I had always hung a reflective crystal in a sunny window in our kitchen, spreading rainbows around the room… I noticed she hung one in her own sunny kitchen and said how they enjoyed the rainbows in the late afternoon. 🙏🏻🤗❤️🥹. I had to pinch myself to keep from tearing up.. 😆 Little things help us know it’s ok to keep moving on.
Dear Elphy,
What a beautiful sight to discover in your daughter's home. I can picture those late-afternoon rainbows dancing across her kitchen and understand exactly why you had to fight back tears. Sometimes the smallest details become the most reassuring signs that the love, traditions, and care we poured into our homes are still living on.
Thank you for sharing this tender moment. You're right... little things help us keep moving forward. They remind us that while our children may leave our homes, they carry pieces of home with them.
My hand in yours,
Rachel
That song. Both the lyrics and the video belong with your writing like peanut butter and buttered toast. Yummmm.
I love that your transition time with Natalie brought both of you to the warm place of remembering that you always know where the other is. I too have a thing about trains! (Doesn’t surprise me at all that you do)
These last few years are so precious. I remember. My oldest is now almost 43, her sister soon 36. Those transition years long gone.
I will promise you one thing for certain: the years continue to get better and better as they age… even tho we thought it couldn’t be possible. 🤗 the love grows and the connections deepen as we get to watch them fly. ♥️
Thank you for listening to the song, Teyani! And your review made me smile so big. Mat Kearney has been my favorite singer/songwriter for over 15 years. I listened to his music nonstop as I wrote my first book. His music is my lifeline.
Thank you for soooo much for offering the perspective of someone who has traveled farther down the Letting Go Road. Hearing you say that the love continues to grow and the connections deepen gives me so much comfort and hope. I especially love your phrase, "watch them fly." That's exactly what it feels like. There is sadness in releasing our grip, but there is also such joy in witnessing who they become.
Thank you for reminding me that this chapter is not an ending, but an evolution of the relationship. I will carry your words with me.
P.S. I love that we share a fondness for trains! 🩵 We share all the best commonalities!
Under age 8 we lived in a small town where I could hear the trains at night. I always loved hearing their whistles. When I bought the condo I’m now in about ten years ago, the very first night I was here, I heard the trains and it was so comforting.
This is so lovely and heartwarming...a room, a view, a connection, for always. It is so hard to let go. I am struggling and as you know, your words hit home, and they help. <3
Hearing that my words help is everything to me, Debra. My hand in yours.
Beautifully written and heartfelt 😍
I know that feeling of older children and the way I love them now they have their own lives.
Thank you for the solidarity, dear Christy. It means so much to know we’re not alone in this process. I don’t think this season of parenting is talked about nearly enough. 🩵
Thank you for sharing your experience. I need to know how others cope with their situation when an adult child needs their independence. My 24 year old is starting her new journey, and it’s been a real challenge to let go. As an only child I might have been just a bit extra protective.
Thank you for sharing this. I imagine being the parent of an only child adds another layer of tenderness to an already emotional transition.
One thing I'm slowly learning is that letting go doesn't mean loving less. It means finding new ways to love, ways that honor our children's growing independence while still allowing us to stay connected. Some days I do this better than others. There are moments when my instinct is still to protect, advise, or smooth the path ahead. But I'm discovering that stepping back can be its own act of love.
Please be gentle with yourself in this season. Twenty-four years of caring deeply doesn't simply switch off because your daughter is beginning a new chapter. It takes time for our hearts to adjust.
I'm grateful you shared this here. I have a feeling many parents reading these comments understand exactly what you mean. 🩵
My hand in yours,
Rachel
Beautiful 🥹🚂
Thank you, Karen. This means so much.
What a beautiful story. These connections with different stages of life, and with pausing:
~~~~
- And paying attention -
~~~~
- And special people -
Are all carrying threads of love. 💕
This beautiful poetry moved my heart. Thank you, lovely Heather.
Thank you for sharing this Rachel. It brought tears again and I feel less alone in the transitions of being a mama to young adults, knowing that you and others here are feeling these same growing pains and hopeful moments too.
Dear Jennifer,
Thank you for being here and for sharing this. One of the gifts of this community is realizing that so many of us are walking similar roads at the same time, holding both the growing pains and the hopeful moments in the very same hands.
I'm grateful we don't have to navigate these transitions alone. Thank you for helping make this space one where we can tell the truth about what we're feeling and remind one another that we're not the only ones.
My hand in yours,
Rachel
Another beautiful essay, Rachel. Thank you for sharing. The view from the window feels like it suits Natalie so much.
But my favorite line? "Natalie had invited me to stay a few extra days to help unpack and keep her company while she got settled in a city where she knew no one." I hope that when my girls are going out on their own, they will still want to include me. What a precious gift.
Tammy, thank you for seeing the beauty in that line. When I got the invitation to “bring extra outfits,” some of the regrets I’d been carrying loosened their grip. Being chosen as someone she wanted by her side for that milestone did truly feel like the ultimate gift. 🩵
I hope you get to experience that one day too, my friend. The way you continually look for ways to show up for your daughters is a beautiful thing to behold.
This is a beautiful piece, Rachel. You don't know how much your words mean to me. My girls are just a few years younger than yours and the fact you share some of your experiences with us means I go into these phases with wisdom and understanding. We just went to college orientation yesterday, so this was so timely for me as we prepare for this change!
Oh Elizabeth, this makes me so happy. I remember those college orientation days so vividly (Natalie had two because of her college shut down). I remember it being a lot… so many emotions and information all at once.
One thing I've learned is that these transitions rarely arrive all at once. They come in small steps, giving us time to adjust and grow right alongside our children.
I'll be cheering you on as you prepare for this next chapter. 🤝
Rachel, this line is so beautiful - "Do not underestimate the comfort that comes from knowing where your people are." I paused and reread it three times, because I knew it was meant for me in the season I'm in right now. Thank you. Another gift from your heart that I bet you didn't realize would land so personally, or at least to whom.
I had to smile when I read about your fascination with trains, because trains have been a landmark and staple where I live! For about nine years, Ben and I lived in a small, Mayberry-like town, with train tracks almost in our backyard. I remember waking up every night when a train would pass, our bed trembling. It took me about two weeks to sleep through it.
But reading what you wrote, it occurred to me that sometimes when we don't have access to something all the time, it becomes more precious to us. We notice it. We pause. We stay long enough to remember a time when that particular object or experience meant something to us--just like you did when you took the video of the trains and sent it to your parents.
Rachel, I also want to acknowledge what you wrote about not feeling like yourself and wondering what the reason is (hormones, anemia, grief, etc.). I understand being in this place on a very personal level. And I just want you to know I'm here for you. I mean that more than just in these words or in this space, but as a gift of my heart (and my time) to you, should you ever decide to receive it. My offer still stands if you ever want to Zoom with me for an hour. I am happy to give you the space to have a person listen to you, someone who cares and understands. I hope you'll think about it. The door to my heart and time is open.
Dear Jeannie,
I smiled reading about the trains rattling your bed each night. You're right, sometimes the things we don't have access to all the time become the things we notice most. Perhaps that's why that train video felt so meaningful to send to my parents. For a moment, it felt like sharing a piece of home.
And thank you for highlighting that line. "Do not underestimate the comfort that comes from knowing where your people are" is one of those phrases I have carried for many years inside me. It stemmed from an awful experience in a high rise condo when I couldn't see that someone had carried out Avery (as a baby) during an emergency. When we were united, we both cried with relief. Hearing that it met you exactly where you are reminds me why I keep showing up to the page.
I'm also deeply grateful for your kindness and generosity. Your offer is such a beautiful reflection of the care that exists in this community. Just knowing there are people willing to hold space for one another is a comfort in itself. I promise I will keep that offer in my back pocket and reach out if needed.
Thank you for your tender heart, your encouragement, and for being one of the people whose presence makes this Treehouse feel like home.
My hand in yours,
Rachel
Oh wow, Rachel, thank you for offering additional context about the scary situation when Avery was a baby. It makes that line so much more powerful abs richer because of this story. I can imagine as a mother that panic rising inside when you're not sure if your child is okay, especially when you're separated from them in a crisis. I had a similar experience with Felicity as a toddler.
Sarah missed you on our Zoom call today. She asks about Banjo a lot! I'm amazed at the details she remembers about people she met only once.
I'm always here for you. My heart is an open door for you, Rachel.
Sending love. ❤️
Hi Jeannie, I’m so sorry I missed the gathering. I had planned come for a bit before my doctor’s appointment, but Banjo started throwing up on the rug, and I got completely sidetracked. It nearly makes me cry that Sarah remembers to ask about him. He’s been having such a hard time. When I got back from moving Natalie into her apartment, I saw he had taken a downward turn. I took him to a new vet and they are quite certain we are dealing with IBS or Intestinal lymphoma. (They look very similar.) They are treating his symptoms until he can have an ultrasound done by the specialist on June 29. I was so shocked that he started throwing up this morning after we had gotten him stabilized. I’m waiting to hear back from the vet. Please tell Sarah I’m so sorry I missed her smile and thank her for thinking of my special guy! It means the world. 🩷 Hugs to you both for being such good humans!
Oh no, Rachel! How uncanny to hear that poor, sweet Banjo is sick today, when Sarah asked about him. I have a feeling she will say she wants to pray for him. She’s been creating this little board next to a special tower where she keeps her things, and it says “Prayer Intentions” above it. I’ll see little sticky notes with specific people or circumstances written on them. Thank you for telling us about your sweet guy. It’s so hard to see our beloved pets age. I feel that ache in my heart. XO
This means more than I can say!! I ended up writing about Sarah’s inquiry and how much you both touched me yesterday. Please share the Note with her when you get a chance. I want Sarah to know how special she is!!!
Oh and Jeannie, you know how I have been feeling not myself? Well, my bloodwork showed dangerously low Ferritin levels - like my iron reserves are empty! My doctor wants me to get iron infusions. I’m working on getting an appointment with a hematologist. This explains why I’ve been out of sorts.
Thank you for being so supportive. 🩷
Oh, Rachel, I am SO GLAD you got some answers, and please keep me posted about your appointment with the hematologist! An acquaintance of mine, who is an MD, once told me something wise: “The body takes years to reveal its secrets.” That has been true for me. Sometimes it just takes those long, frustrating years to get some relief, so I am glad you are on the cusp of that for yourself!
I see your Note and will certainly share it with Sarah. We care about you! XO