Ch-ch-ch-ch-changes… This refrain has been running through my head all day. My long term babysitter gave me her informal two week notice last night. I knew it would be coming. Her family moved to Texas last year. That didn’t, however, make the hearing of it easier. I have a plan for the regular babysitting needs. Still, it is hard. I feel the loss washing over me like a gentle lapping wave. It is familiar. I don’t like it, but I know it well. Over time, it hits less hard but that feeling of the bottom dropping just a little, the ground rolling beneath my feet, still happens. I’ve learned to take deep breaths. To ride the wave a little ways before letting my mind move into planning mode. My mind has a tendency to run round in little circles rather than taking measured steps. Over time, I’ve learned to trust that solutions will be found. Sometimes, the first change has to be in place before more movement takes place. Forward motion has begun.