This Memorial Day weekend we spent with family in Pennsylvania. I was happy to see my parents and and aunt and uncle, and my children were head over heels thrilled to play with their cousins - much frolicking and laughing and playing all weekend!
After the family weekend, we drove home to Maryland, going through Gettysburg to see another cousin and meet her for dinner. It was a beautiful drive through the mountains, and it was a glorious, sunny (albeit hot!) day.
Then we got home.
Even though we were only gone two days, being home felt strange and alien. I had to remember what my life is normally like. Hmmmm. Re-entry can be hard.
I'm all about living an authentic life, and it's not that I'm unauthentic when we visit family. It's just different. Since I don't have family living near me, I can go months without seeing them. So family becomes a facet of me that doesn't get exercised as much as the rest of my life.
So, to begin the re-entry process, I worked, and worked out, and did all the things I would normally do (eat breakfast, eat lunch), but still not feeling that joy of being that I normally feel.
Then, my girls came home from school, and it was as if all that was washed away. Maybe it's because one of my facets of life (being a mommy) was shoved right in my face - "Here!!! Look at me here!!!!!"
Now life feels like it should. And it's good to be home.






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