Fifty-Two Weeks: Introduction

  Every once in awhile the long-term goals of life show up on the short-term planning list.  That is where I find myself after thirty-six consecutive years as the hands-on mommy of at least one minor child. I was a bright-eyed, full of hope, twenty-year-old, first-time wife in August 1983 when I gave birth to my first child! A year later my second. And when I was about to be all-done being a hands-on mommy, I adopted two more! My youngest starts his senior year and will be eighteen in 2020.

  The math is fifty-two weeks from now, I won't be what I have been for thirty-seven years!

  I have absolutely NO PROBLEM with the idea of the empty-nest. My issues are really all about narrowing my focus and choosing my path! Poetic as it sounds because it's not often in life where the long-term goals become the fifty-two-week plan.


  Here we are -- Independence Day! My favorite memories of childhood are about this day! Even more, than Christmas, I always loved the holiday we celebrated the freedom of our nation. This time, next year Marty will be done with high-school. My obligations, responsibilities, and liabilities completely change. The simple truth is that I will have done my job. Which is why, when you notice the long-term goal show up on the short-term plan it's important to remember to properly exit that final act.

  I am looking forward to writing this blog and sharing my journey transitioning.