Have you ever been uprooted? From family? Or your job? Or your home? Or your friends? I have. Almost too many times to count. Since our marriage 35 years ago the hubs and I have moved a grand total of 13, count ‘em 13 times. His job required transferring from town to town, and sometimes we couldn’t wait to get out of the place we were at, other times we left with tears in our eyes. I’ve learned a few things about being uprooted, and blooming where you’re planted, even in mid-life! Continue reading “Bloom Where You’re Planted”
My mom was one of the most resilient women I’ve ever known. And I’m not just saying that because she’s my mom. She truly was remarkable. Diagnosed with narcolepsy shortly after giving birth to my twin brothers, (didn’t know she was having twins, by the way) she found ways to cope with the embarrassment of falling asleep at the most inopportune moments. She hated taking the medication prescribed to her, so she took scheduled naps throughout the day. Somehow she still managed a household, three kids and a husband. I’m pretty sure I would’ve crawled under the covers and stayed there.