Wednesday, February 23, 2011
mom & sis
For the last year and a half, I've lived away from my mom. And unlike most situations (I would imagine) I'm not the one that moved away. All my life I've lived with or very near my parents. And then, in the summer of 2009, they moved far away to Texas. There are lots of things I hate about that. LOTS.
Last week, my hormones were a-ragin' and just about everything was making me cry. One simple statement from a friend that she had gone by her mom's house to pick up leftovers was enough to sink me into an afternoon depression. I wish my mom was close to enough to share leftovers with!
And then this weekend as I was out on my own shopping I was missing my mom and sister again. As I drove towards the mall my mom was texting me pictures of shoes she was trying on. As I roamed my own mall hundreds of miles away, I was wishing for the guidance of my mom and sister. They would not have let me leave that mall empty handed.
As silly as it sounds, that is one of the things I miss the most. Girls to go shopping with. Girls with good taste who will tell me honestly what looks cute and what doesn't. For example, my mom and sister would never have left me leave the house in this outfit, even if I was just a few weeks post-partum.
In a few weeks I get to go visit my parents and sister. I will enjoy the company. I will enjoy lazing on the couch. I will enjoy a homecooked meal made my someone else. I will enjoy the warmer weather. I will enjoy the slow pace of a small town. And hopefully, I will enjoy some shopping.