A friend once told me the only one who likes change is a wet baby. I often think about that as changes occur in my life. A change is brewing and it makes me sad. A chapter of my life is closing and I will have to figure out something else. (It is not bad, just inconvenient.)
Thinking about the change that will be happening (yes, I will explain, but not yet) made me think about some of the changes in my life that have shaped me into the person that I am now.
As a child, my life was pretty static. Nothing changed, except we kept adding babies. (I am the oldest of five.) We always went to visit grandmas and grandpas in Wisconsin in the summer. (I didn’t know people took vacations to places where there were no relatives.) We went to the same church, the same school, nothing changed in the neighborhood, same friends. No one moved away and no one moved in. Then one day my dad decided a church sponsored school teacher’s salary just wasn’t going to make it for a family of seven. He changed jobs. We moved.
Life changed dramatically for me the year I began 7th grade. I went from small church school in Chicago to big public school in Houston, Texas. Here is where I learned to sit back and watch because I was no longer part of a group. I had to learn how to make friends. This was the first of three moves. Seventh, eighth, and ninth grades were all in different cities. Make friends, then move, make friends, then move. Needless to say those did not develop into life-long friends.
Just when I started to settle back into thinking life is on track, it’s going along smoothly my grandparents died within a year of each other. They left a hole in my life that I thought would never heal. But time has a way of washing away that pain. I learned that people in your life may not always be with you.
“There is a perfectly good college in this town. There is no need to go anywhere else,” dictated my father. So the change I wanted (freedom) was not to be. I lived at home while I attended college. Little did I know, my future was going to be affected by that decision (that was my Valentine’s Day story).
Tune in tomorrow for more changes, I think I have rambled on quite long enough and you have other slices to read.