Summer's journey into motherhood gives a little more depth to the story I wanted to tell today.
|1991, Family trip to Yosemite (where Gary took his first steps!)|
"Why?" I asked.
She grinned, possibly marveling at my innocence and naïveté. "You'll live with your own family. You won't want to live with me and Dad. Trust me."
"I don't want to. I'm going to live here forever." I remember the exact inflection of my voice. Soft but with the passion of a world explorer. That house was my world, and I couldn't imagine living anywhere else. I was very concerned which is probably why she chuckled.
Not surprisingly, my mom was right. I did move out of the house. Twice, actually! But now I know that more than the house, it was the people in it that held, and still hold, my heart. Our familial titles have become secondary to our friendships as we've grown. I know I'm lucky, because not everyone has that.
I do prefer living in my own house with my husband, but I think what I was trying to say at that very young age was actually, "I'm going to love you forever." That is still true.
Linking up with Story of My Life (belated)