Looking Backward
In July we sold our North
Carolina home; the movers came and hauled our things to storage; we helped
our daughter move into her own apartment in Raleigh, NC, and watched as our son
drove back to Cullowhee, NC, where he now lives and works while attending
Western Carolina University.
The dog and I drove to
Alabama to join my husband, Randy, where he has worked full-time and lived
part-time for years. Instead of commuting by air, we get to live together and
commute mostly by car. We have been spending weekends driving to TN where we
plan to build a house. A house we will move into without our children.
It happens to all
mothers, and it has happened to me. The babies my life revolved around, and the
reasons I wrote a children’s book in the first place, have grown up.
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Only an adult Jordan would
have paid $ for this! |
On September 14th,
I watched as my children paid a dollar to dance with the groom, their close
childhood friend Andrew Toperzer, at a wedding reception held at his parents’
home in Eau Claire, Wisconsin.
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Jordan & Andrew-
back in the day! |
As I gazed across the
dance floor at my own kids and our former Minnesota neighbor kids, it was that surreal feeling of disbelief, pride,
and surprise. In my mind, I still - and probably always will - picture the
children they once were.
My son, Jordan, was a chubby,
dimpled five-year-old, and my daughter, Tabitha, a precocious seven years when we
bid good bye to the first best friends and neighbors they loved, and moved across
the country to Minnesota from Tennessee.
Our new neighbors, Steve and Denise
Toperzer, came over with all four of their children in tow to introduce
themselves.
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Paul, Krista, Andrew, Laura.- all grown up. Unfortunately or maybe - lucky for them- all of my photo albums and most of my pictures taken in their youthful past are in storage.
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Paul, their oldest son, was around
13-years-old, and had a look that said he would have rather been anywhere else.
In time we came to adore Paul, and even liked his gang of friends I tagged “the
lost boys”, but my first impression was that I would have been fine with him
being anywhere else! Ha!
Eleven-year-old Krista, their oldest
daughter, was shy and quiet, but her mom let us know that she had just been
certified to babysit. My children would soon beg for us to go out alone so
Krista could babysit them.
Andrew, whom I would be accused of
favoring, was, eight, and the only child who looked enthused to meet us. Of
course I favored him- despite annoying me with his biased opinions on anything
and everything, he was the kid most apt to do my bidding on any harebrained
project I might have- and he didn't mind bending a rule or three.
Laura, their youngest, was a year younger than Tabitha. I don’t remember if she stayed to play that very day, but I do remember that after quietly sizing each other up, it took about a nanosecond for another precocious child and Tabitha to decide they would be best friends forever.
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| Today and |
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| only yesterday. |
It seems unbelievable that this all
took place more than a decade ago. Or that this January 2014 it will be two
decades since I was diagnosed with breast cancer and first penned Tickles Tabitha’s Cancer-tankerous Mommy
for Tabitha and Jordan. It has been a life-altering journey full of highs and lows, some
of them occurring at the exact same time.
I once told a Minnesota
audience that not even a telephone fortuneteller (this was before
the internet) would have predicted all that had happened to me because
it would have sounded too far-fetched.
After all, who in their
right mind would have believed I would end up living in Minnesota? Or miss it
when I left?
The Nutcracker Publishing Company has given me a career, identity, and recognition outside of
my life as a wife and mother. But best of all, it gave me the ability to mesh
my personal and professional lives. In
between media pitches and book events, there was
unicyling club, children’s parties, and even cross-country moves.
While my children were
preoccupied with the drama that childhood provides like- the infamous
neighborhood war Tabitha and her best friend forever, Laura, fought with the
neighborhood kids-I was setting up a web site and establishing my reputation as
a writer.
Nutcracker Publishing
Company celebrates its 13th anniversary this October. I have
decided it will be my last year. My husband says, and it is true, I am
always excited to leave a place behind and venture on to something
new, but I still cry when I leave.
In the blogs that follow
this one, besides sharing what is going on these days, I thought I would
reminisce about the things that happened along the way- the people, places, and
even world events that have made it interesting.
Like Mr. & Mrs. Andrew Toperzer!
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September 14, 2013
Congratulations! |
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| Andrew's wedding was quite the party! |
