For the last couple of weeks, I wake up every morning with a to do list a mile long.

Downing my coffee, petting my dog, and then off to a running start of errands to complete, the day gets started with a bang.

Two kids graduating within two weeks apart, grad parties to attend, cards to send, and all the things that the month of May brings.

I have notes written everywhere. In my phone notes, on the kitchen counter, in my prayer journal…all places.

We just had some sod put down in our yard. It takes a whole heck of a lot of watering.

Twice a day, sometimes 3 times a day.

It is a monotonous job, standing there with hose in hand, patiently watering every little blade of grass in the sod patch.

However, I find it peaceful. There is something about it that brings contentment.

As the water soaks into the new grass, I think of my children.

For years, watering their little hearts daily. The long days, the long nights.

Watering, watering, watering.

One of the hardest things I have had to do was sending my kid to college.

Whether our kids stay home after graduation, move away to college, or start working in the work force, there is a lot of transition that takes place.

Transition for the young adult and for the parent.

My son is now about to graduate college, and as I look back over the past four years, they have been the toughest years I have faced as a Mother.