The hub, the babe and I moved 3 times in his first year of life, and it was hard on me. I went back to work before I was ready, I never quite hit my sweet spot of being a working mom in those first months back, and my body chemistry rebelled against me, making me anxious and sleepless more often than not. By the time we landed at my parents house in February, I felt raw and fragile, and more than a little exhausted. Being at the beach healed me.
Thursday, August 26, 2010
End of an Era
My parents moved out of their house this week. I was thinking I'd just gloss over that little happening in our lives on SMJ... maybe find some cute fall trouser-jeans or another good pasta dish to post about, but I've realized I just can't. It is the end of an era for our family and this move of my parents' is major, and it is tugging on my heart this week in a way that just can't be ignored. So, I'm writing about this today in an attempt to get some closure, and also in an homage to a place my whole family called home for the last nine years.