Daily writing prompt

Describe a phase in life that was difficult to say goodbye to.

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The funny thing is, it’s hard to recognize a particular phase is over until it’s so far away in that rearview mirror that you can barely see it. At least for me anyway.

I had no way of knowing which family holiday dinner at my Gramma’s, where all of the aunts and uncles and cousins would gather, would be the last, until it was long gone.

The rest of leaving childhood behind was hardly a sad thing for me. I couldn’t wait to grow up and move out and be independent. I had a great childhood, don’t get me wrong, but there was something so appealing about doing whatever I wanted, whenever I wanted.

A blatant example of the end of a phase would be my marriage ending I suppose. I packed, I left. Quite an obvious end of something. But no I never missed it. I guess even though I knew I’d made the right decision and didn’t regret it, there were times where it felt really difficult but that was one hundred percent due to the fact that I had to share custody of the kids with him.

Because I’m forty-eight I know that biologically I’m approaching the end of a phase and part of me wants to take my still fully functioning ovaries and run far into the bush and hide there with them for eternity. I’ll be sad to give them up. They’ve made life so fun for so many years.