Category Archives: Family
Niche Nouveau
Contrary to the alliterative title of this post, the new “hat” I am donning is not one of cosmopolitan world traveler nor have I learned to cook Julia Child’s coq au vin--though both are future endeavors on my bucket list. Rather, I have joined the elite rank of stay-at-home mom–and please don’t read any sarcasm in my use of the term elite. This is a tough job that I feel so fortunate to have.
On top of trading my 9-year teaching career in for this new role, I have also jumped down the compass–leaving the Minnesota lakes and subzero Januarys for the rolling hills and friendly drawls of the South. While the summer heat has made for some cooped-up days, Nashville’s warmth extends beyond the thermometer. I’m falling for our neighborhood. Sylvan Park is a pocket of old homes cradled by tree branches and unassuming charm. Nearly every front porch is decorated with a swing and an oversized painted rocking chair, but there are enough stray strollers and unweeded flower beds to beat out any pretentiousness or suburban standards.
While I have been known to stare longingly at the school supply aisles in Target, desperately wanting to buy a brand new package of dry erase markers that holds colorful promises of handprinted greetings and daily reading assignments–I am at peace with veering towards the diaper aisle instead, holding Everett’s tiny fingers as he snuggles up against me in the carrier and coos at the old ladies buying sweet tea and Goo Goo clusters. This is a new spot–geographically, psychologically, culturally…but I think it’s a good one.
Through these changes come the excitement of finding out new parts of myself–or parts that have always been there but have been buried away…like the writer self I am dusting off now. And the “mommy” self who at risk of parroting the cliche–is continuously amazed by how much love one heart can hold.