On a whim.....

Lately, most of my mornings follow the same pattern.

My oldest daughter, a fabulous mom of two boys, calls to update me on the status of her "about to be updated kitchen". So far, so good. I can keep up with the day-to-day changes (despite the glut of revised renderings that clogged my inbox last week).

Next, my youngest daughter calls to tell me about the dogs....her two, Penny and Rocky, plus any other dogs she's fallen in love with that day (she manages a doggie daycare/spa).

And that's how my day begins.

Today, for some reason, it occurred to me that while the apron strings have stretched (some days neither calls, but it's rare), they're not torn. And that is why I just created this blog. Because I know I can't be the only boomer mom whose daughters, grown as they may be, are still a part of my workday.

Will I be saying "Call you back. I'm working on a project." forever? If so, I'm one lucky mom.