Becoming whole through family life. Desserts help.
Recently I was watching an Arizona Diamondback special with World Series Champion, Matt Williams. Todd Walsh, one of my favorite sports journalists, says to Williams, “Every guy’s got to have a dig me room.” Matt replies that he loves his wife (endearing) and then says, “The dig me stuff I don’t do so good with.” Me either. But my daughter reminded me that people like to connect to each other through their “how I got from there to here” stories. So here’s a brief version of mine.
I started earning the gray stripes in my hair, slowly but surely, when I became a mother for the first time. Literally. Before that, I had dark brown hair and I was a competent professional woman. I was raised in Scranton, PA, (yes, I love “The Office”) and I earned a degree in Education and a Master’s degree in Public Administration. I married the handsome man of my dreams, Dave, a hard-working graduate student from a neighboring town with big dreams of becoming a clinical psychologist. We met working with “emotionally disturbed” children. We shared an enjoyment of kids, a love for music, and a desire to see the west coast. We still do.
My husband fulfilled his professional dreams, became an officer in the Air Force and Public Health Service. We moved a lot. We had our first baby and I chose to stay home with her. Then we had two boys, chose to homeschool, then we had another boy. During this time, we mindlessly wandered away from the Catholic Church of our cradles then mindfully returned. Did I mention that we moved a lot?! I fought flourishing grays at first.
We settled down in sunny Arizona and are grateful to call this wonderful state home. We’ve continued to homeschool and over the years I have helped mothers who wanted to nurse their babies. Our family provided foster care for a short time to sweet children who didn’t stay with us. Now we participate in crazy amounts of baseball and we’re true-Sonoran-Red Diamondback fans. We have a cozy home and a friend who coaxes beauty out of our desert yard. We miss our family and friends back east and all the places we have lived. And we’ve lived here long enough to develop friends into family. We’re settled, for now. And my gray stripes are a part of me, comfortable, and well earned.