A few years ago we purchased a “new” home. We were downsizing and moving closer to work. I wasn’t sure how to feel about it all. I loved the idea of not using up an hour and a half every day in the car. I was sad that it was the biggest step of moving away from being a full time mom…to not.
When we purchased the little house we met my kids at the house to see it.
We didn’t get to go in because it wasn’t ours yet and we didn’t have a key. But we walked around it. Talked about it. They met one of the neighbors. My daughters and son in law were there. And my three year old great child.
When we were done looking at what we could look at outside we started to walked away. The littlest one was holding my hand and we were on the front sidewalk, heading towards the car. She looked over her little shoulder and said:
I love her. And I love that in twenty years I can tell her this story.
I asked her if she liked it and she said “yes Mamo!”
Ugly isn’t always a bad thing. Especially when you have no idea what it means.
Kind of makes me want to make sure I know what I mean when I say something. And that I know what someone else means when they say something.