I wrote the following piece six years ago when Jeff and I made a stop at the Flight 93 Memorial on our way to Gettysburg. This is reprinted from the original Blogger post. There are some moments in a relationship that you don’t forget. I especially remember one fight that my husband and I had … Continue reading A Day For Remembrance – A Reprint
When my daughter decided she was done with dance, it was the end of my own unfulfilled childhood dreams. But when she said she was done with piano, it felt like so much more than that. It felt like a rejection of one of the things that had been such a big part of my own childhood. But I know that’s not fair. After all, she’s never seen her mom lose herself in a piece of music, fingers flying up and down the ivories. Instead she’s watched her mom spend hours lost in her own writing, her fingers making words instead of music. So much so that she has taken to doing her own writing, creating stories and drawing pictures to match, convinced that someday she will create something worthy of other’s praise. Her stage is the page, not the baby grand.
You are about to embark on the journey of a lifetime. After months of convincing Mom and Dad that this is a good idea, planning out everything you want to see and do, and working every shift possible during the summer, you are ready. You think you know the impact this will have on your life, but take comfort in knowing that you don’t know anything, and that will make the next three months so much better. This journey will change you and set you on a path that is even better than the life you are imagining for yourself right now, the memories and the lessons sticking with you long after you return to the States.
Originally posted on Accepting the Unexpected Journey:
“Are you dry?” It sounds like such a simple question, but for the last five days it has been the euphemistic way of asking “How much water is in your house?” Six days ago I joked with students and colleagues about the coming storm. We moved here two…