motherhood

There’s Always Time for Snuggles

I’m not one who enjoys change.

Yet, my whole life has changed as we create a new life in a new place.  I’ve done pretty good considering I’m change-resistant (please don’t verify this with Mad Dog, let me hold on to this one, tiny little dream).  However, if you are reading this Mad Dog, please stop sending workers of various sorts to my house.  Even if just for a day.

Is that too much to ask?

I already know the answer.  But, for the sake of writing the rest of the post, let me have this other, tiny little dream of a day with no strangers in my home.  At least let it live on for a little while.

See?  Doesn’t that feel better?

Everything is good.  Everything will be fine.  I’m just the slowest to adapt to new surroundings compared to everyone else in my house.

I wouldn’t want it any other way.

Even Max, who is my own version of a superhero disguised as a shih-tzu, is adjusting seamlessly.  His only complaint is that I am too busy for the amount of daily snuggles he requires.  There has been some crying and whining, ok, so it’s mostly my own, but, still, he follows me valiantly.  His 15-year-old self has navigated boxes and new-to-him corners with an unrelenting persistence to keep me in sight.

I wish everyone had a Max.

If they did, his kind of devoted love would fix us all.

I don’t know how long Max will call the Lone Star state his home, but I will be grateful for every day that he does.

I better hurry and get my tasks done.

Snuggles wait for no one.

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Max lounging in the sun makes him sleepy.  So does just about everything in life.

 

 

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The Rearview Mirror

As you read these words, we are in transit to our new home.  We are leaving nearly a decade of life behind us.

While it is sad to see so much of our story in the rearview mirror, time will settle us into the next chapter.

I have lived enough life to understand that home is not a destination.

Home is a feeling.

It is always with us.

It can be found in the hearts that surround us and if we happen to journey alone, it is there for us to uncover within ourselves.

WFAM moving

 

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A Father’s Wisdom

On the morning of Father’s Day, I magnanimously promised Mad Dog that I would only have 1.5 meltdowns in honor of the holiday.  You might say I’ve been slightly emotional this week as the stress of moving continues to stretch my inner resources.

In typical Mad Dog style he lets the seasons of my many moods all roll right off him.  He told me that he only remembers what is perfect about me and easily forgets the rest.  This, he told the boys, is the key to a happy life:

Forget about what isn’t perfect and remember the rest.

“Is that why sometime you forget about Full Speed?” T.Puzzle said.

Hopefully, Mad Dog has some wisdom on improving interpersonal sibling communication.

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There’s a Reason Drama Rhymes with Mama

I am kind of a mess right now.  If you ran into me on the street, I still appear normal on the outside, but inside me swims the anxiety and tension of moving my family to a new state.  This is all a normal part of the experience.

What isn’t normal is that my boys are not really freaking out.  I mean, aren’t they supposed to be freaking out?

Here’s a recent conversation I had with them:

“Are you nervous about going to a new school?” I said.

Both said, “No.”

“Are you worried you won’t make new friends?” I said.

Both said, “No.”

“Are you concerned that you won’t be academically prepared when school starts?”

Both said, “No.”

Can you spot the pattern here?

Maybe instead I should ask, “Are you worried your mom is going to ask you so many questions about whether or not you are worried that you may tune her out completely?”

(crickets chirping)

Thank you to the stars above for giving me two, level-headed sons that tolerate my dramatic inquiries and love me anyway.

Fewer questions equal less drama.

No guarantees.

 

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Everything Changes

Some journeys are lengthy and take time to unfold.  Last year, around mid-February, Mad Dog shared with me that his job could change.  This change would mean we would relocate to Texas.  Mostly, I handled this possibility with an open mind (mostly).  I expressed to Mad Dog that I was absolutely willing to move our family to support him in his career.

Done deal.

Then, some weeks passed, then some months.  Months turned into a year and yet, a move did not materialize.

While I was open-minded to moving, I handled the uncertainty surrounding it with much less aplomb.

Eventually, I gave up.  I stopped looking at houses, stopped discussing a Texan future and focused on staying put.

I have learned enough to know that home is not a location.  Home is about the life, love and adventure you create wherever you are.  

Naturally, once I let go of the outcome, this is when we finally found out that Mad Dog was promoted and everything changes.

We both agree it is surreal to finally have closure.  After well over a year of not-knowing, not-knowing becomes your comfort zone.  Knowing feels strange.

Now we know.

Texas here we come!

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Both boys are hoping since ‘everything is bigger in Texas’ they will immediately grow several inches taller.  We all have dreams, right?