Kate Robbins

I'm Still Figuring It Out

I blinked my eyes open to a bright, late afternoon July sun. The kids splashing around in the pool demonstrated to me that this season is the best one of their young lives and their mother, who sat in a neighboring poolside chair, exuded an evident relaxation from being able to lay in the sun without having to say a word for a whole five minutes. Raising a hand to cover my eyes, I felt the familiar tug of war that housed itself somewhere between my lower stomach and my heart. The sensation of it always surprised me from out of nowhere, without any tangible rhyme or reason as to why it decided to make an appearance.