My apologies for the stagnantcy in blog posting. I’m a wife first, mother second and I have set my sites on taking these roles seriously which has made everything else, including all of my writing projects, fall to the wayside while we readjust our life to this summer schedule.
Before my youngest left for camp this weekend I took the boys to visit some friends that were pertinent to our life when the boys were babies. Neal and I lived in Deer Park, Texas (actually Lomax if you want to be concise) and Mr. Rudy and Mrs. Sandra were our neighbors across the street. In many ways they were my saving grace during those first few years of motherhood. They adored Ryan and treated him as if he were their grandchild and when Seth joined the family they embraced both kids with the love and patience that only grandparents seem to possess. Mr. Rudy would take Ryan just about every Friday so that I could have a moment of peace. Together they would go around town to visit Mr. Rudy’s cronies at the Lodge or get a treat at McDonald’s. Ryan laughed as they reminisced about these times.
When we started talking about why we left Mrs. Sandra got upset as if she were reliving the experience. “When you put that For Sale sign in your yard I wouldn’t talk to you,” she said with the same look of disappointment she had ten years ago. My heart ached for her knowing that she had embraced us as family and at the time all I could focus on was getting out of the area and starting a ‘new’ life. I knew for us as a family we needed a change.
The following day we found ourselves on the road to Sherman to visit my parents and return the RV we borrowed for our Memorial Day camping trip. Going home is always a reminder of how life changes and takes away what once was secure and comfortable. Before, when Sweetgraw (my grandmother) was alive there was reason for our large Catholic family to gather and we would stay for a few days in order to see everyone. But now that she is gone each family has gone their own way, taken on their own change and broken up the dynamic of what was once ‘home’.
- Another disappointing change is with Braums. What once was a weakness for every trip home…now that they’ve changed how they make their German Chocolate ice cream they’ve lost my devotion. 😉
By Sunday I was feeling the effects of the winds of change as if there was a slight shift in the world around me. I don’t know if it is because I now have both boys in middle school and I always told myself ‘Once they hit middle school it will go by so fast.’ Or if it is because I know there are other changes that are set to occur to disrupt the dynamic of friendships and even family that forces the readjustment of the daily routine and norm.
Change is inevitable. I embrace change but it doesn’t mean that a moment can’t be taken to reminisce on what was once comfortable. I will embrace this moment and then I will release it to the anticipation of what change will bring.
Blessings
Shannon