1. Toni says:

    I really like this! Thank you for sharing

  2. Sarah Manning says:


  3. Simone Arsenault-May says:

    Oh Wow Beth! Thank you and congratulations!
    I don’t have the brain power to add a comment that even comes close to reflecting how much I appreciate and admire you for this post and your work in general. I will share this with some well-chosen VIP people who will hopefully read it and definitely appreciate it if they do!

    Simone :0)

  4. Andrea says:

    Can definitely relate ❤️ Thank you, Beth.

  5. Stephanie Pierson says:

    This: “Grief has taken the place of their needs and chaos. Messy like the final summers of my childrearing years.”

  6. Kay says:

    Love you, dear first born. Welcome to “empty nest” #1.
    It’s all good, it’s all normal, but tough indeed. You have much more adventure ahead. Kick back, find a good novel and breath deep. It’ll all still be there when you feel better. Hugs! Mom

  7. Lani says:

    Beth! Yet another post that has me feel less alone, more understood, and reveling in the warm embrace of mamas who are going through it together even if thousands of miles apart. I always get in a funk in summer. winter is when I shine and perhaps it is because that fullness, that overripeness, that messy chaos that summer seems to tirelessly offer up rocks me. I don’t know why, but I sure felt some comfort in reading this. I think there’s something about the expectation to have so much fun, like everything should be rosy all the time and if its not, like if you have to get on your knees and scrape the grime off of the rotting apples on the sidewalk, then you’ve failed summer. the best time of the year EVER. bleh. But I will say that this has been one of the best summers I’ve had as a parent. And I think it’s because we moved from the hills to the flats in our tiny town and that opened up a whole world for the kids. we have handfuls of friends living a five minute walk in all directions from us, the community pool is now a two minute walk (even at a 3 year olds pace) away from the house, and we are becoming fast friends with our neighbors two doors down who have two little kids around the same age. So essentially, we have more village than we’ve ever had before. Just like your words, “I can’t help but wonder if this isn’t one more place where what I’m actually feeling is the unique grief that’s present in the absence of the village.” And I’ve been feeling that grief every day that i’ve been a parent and I still feel that grief every day (like why the fuck are we all going home to have to each cook dinners separately for our families, this doesn’t make any sense!!!) but the grief is a little less when there’s more people around to pick blackberries with in front of our house and more mouths to eat my blackberry pies:)

  8. Julia Pietzcker says:

    I love your post, Beth, it so resonates and alleviates my frustration that is similar regarding missing a village for my children and me (I am grieving that they drift away towards friends when I am not able to provide more people than myself around dinner table) and also regarding frustration and bad feelings when throwing away too much food….
    Thank you

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