The Home Base
It’s time to move again! Tips from experienced moms.
The current dwelling is a rental; there’s no attachment other than it’s charming 1920’s Craftsman style with moldings, built-ins, and leaded glass. Charming, that is, if you don’t count the sewage coming in from the toilet. The fourth time the plumbing backed up in a year, my husband announced it was time to move on.
- Keeping up with the Joneses has taken on a new meaning: our kids better be as good, or better than, our neighbors’. We have the urge to produce better kids. We might feel like we are are failing, because in the run for worldly approval, child Jones is successful, and our child is not.
This entry is originally from a letter I wrote to our daughter last March. The idea was generated at the start of a spin class, (as in cycling) when the instructor asked if anyone knew much about St. Patrick. Ever the homeschool mother, I volunteered what I knew. What I didn’t say, and what niggled at me the rest of the class was, like me, struggling with a child moving away from home, St. Patrick had a mother too.
