Tuesday, February 22, 2011
My parents threatened to move to the South of France (and give us all sweaters and teach us how to dance). It actually wasn't a threat. It is a dream, spoken only half in jest, I'm sure. One that I hope they can fulfill whether in France or Fayeteville. But secretly, I feel threatened. Because? How could they.
"But think how fun it would be to visit us!" Yes. It would be all kinds of fun, the one time we could afford to visit. Then I began to think of how, even at 33, I am tying them down. Then I began to get this haunting feeling that my children really are lifelong commitments. What?! You mean, there is no such thing as an empty nest? You mean...there will always be strings? I glimpsed it in the eyes of Avery while she sat in front of my camera.
She posed her own threat, "Mom, I will have little Averies that will be (if you can imagine) even cuter and wittier that me. And it will kill you to be more than a block away from their buck teeth and lispy lips. Kill you, I tell you."
I gasped and realized that Dr. Gooch and I have been making plans. Big plans, all along. Even as far back as when baby Seth arrived freshly birthed home to our bungalow by the tracks down in New Orleans. South-of-France sort of plans. They involve things like giant white sails, foreign food, and treks across entire ranges of mountains. Not too mention deep sea diving. These plans have, in the back of their minds, four grown adult children who are safely tucked away for eternity in their own families.
So, to the parents who freshly birthed me home to their bungalow in Duarte, CA, I release you from any strings. MOVE to the South of France!! Because, it was from you two dremderers (dreamers and wanderers mixed) that I grew my own wings then up and married a dreamer of my own.
Maybe down the hall is too close. But maybe France is too far. Maybe Maine? But, I'm starting to dream of those Averies, the Sethies, too, and Little Lucy Lus, and pint-sized Hazelies...and wondering if sweaters and dance moves are really worth it in the end. ;)