Today the boys are going on a field trip with me to the new police station and fire house. They are having an open house for the town and I guess half the town will be there. After that its off to see grandma.
I’m finding it hard to develop motivation for unpacking today. The kitchen is done in thanks to my sister, the boy’s room, and living room. Currently that is sufficient. The kids have fun hiding behind all the boxes and making little hiding places with them so I figure I am doing them a service by leaving the boxes untouched. The homesick part of me wants to keep the curtains drawn and not leave the house in hopes to pretend I am not so far away from home, but my mind doesn’t seem to be believing it. It isn’t home yet here, just “the house”.
Yesterday, Danny had a moment where he realized that we really had moved away from everyone. We were unpacking the toys from Ooma and Papa’s house and he got excited at first and said, “Oh! These are the toys Ooma packed for our house because….” and his eyes got wide and it was as if I could see the thought click in his brain that we wouldn’t be at their house two or three times a week anymore. It’s hard to watch that moment in my child.
In other ways I am reminded of my childhood. Austin is able to come home for lunch and it reminds me of my dad coming home when I was a kid. Or the boys sliding down on their bottoms down the stairs, unaware still of how much more fun it is to slide down in baskets or other plastic things like their Uncle Joe and I used to do on our basement stairs in Lincoln. So far, they have only gotten in trouble once for trying to crab crawl head first down the stairs.
Another reminder was on the first evening here after my family had left. I couldn’t seem to get myself to stop crying. Austin decided to take us on a slow tour in the car of McCook, so proud of the town, and I found myself silently giggling remembering the numerous times that Grandma and Grandpa would drive a weary Joe and I around telling us every minute detail of the town. Next, it was off to feed the ducks; another fond childhood memory of mine. The boys had so much fun and it was interesting, to say the least, to watch them do this activity that I used to do.