In France, where I live, early September, with its “back to school and back to work” is known as “la rentrée”.
This week is “la rentrée”. Schools go back. Three-year olds begin pre-school, known here as “Maternelle”. Six-year olds begin primary/”Primaire”. Eleven-year olds begin secondary, known as “Collège”, and 15-year olds begin “Lycée”.
In our home, I used to say that the entire month of September was “la rentrée”. We might have three kids in three different schools. We often had a new au pair to onboard into our family’s way of living. We had a whole long list of activities including music, sport, theatre and English-language learning to schedule.
It somehow always fell to me to figure out how it would all work, and how many able-bodied adults over the age of 18 would be required to schlep the kids around. I always had an eye on whether or not the schedule would still work if there was only the au pair available, for example when Mike and/or I were working late or travelling – or both.Read more
I’m posting my Widows Voice blog a bit late today. I’m scheduled to publish it at 5pm every Saturday, Australian time, which is midnight Saturday over in the USA (I live in the future, you see!).
I’ve been late before but never missed a week, however as my scheduled time rolled around yesterday, I felt so overwhelmed with everything I had going on, I opted to let it slide.
I apologise to anyone who came here looking for my post earlier, I know that in the first few months – even year – after Dan died, reading this blog every night before I went to bed was my lifeline. So many different stories and circumstances, but every day the words that the writers shared reminded me that I wasn’t alone. I was part of a community and others had experienced the pain of this loss and survived.
The reason I felt so overwhelmed and busy this weekend is because I’ve started studying again and I have my first assignment due on Thursday.
I feel pretty far out of my comfort zone right now and am having a challenging time re-adjusting to the discipline and sacrifice that is required to be a student again.Read more
It's been two-and-a-half years in and the grief can still sneak up and surprise me in ways that I'm not expecting...
It's a decision that I'm excited about but also makes me very nervous. Do I have it in me? Can my widow brain cope with the challenge of learning and retaining new information in an academic environment? Will the time commitment probe to be exhausting and overwhelming? I don't know, but I feel ready to give it a go.
I'm also planning on using my sharpened skills on a project I'm working on to help the widowed community here in Australia, so I feel passionate about what I'm doing.
This week I visited the campus, which is conveniently located a few blocks from my work (I'll be studying part time while continuing to work) to collect my student ID card.
As I walked out of the student office with my freshly minted identification in my hot little hands, I felt a surge of pride in myself for having the courage to give this a go. My thoughts then immediately went to Dan and I had the strongest urge to call him and tell him what I'm doing.Read more