March 16, 2012 Archives - Momma Go Round

Nostalgia

It’s funny how nostaligic I can get for things. I’m a rather sentimental person, and even the most insignificant little nothings can make me all mushy and cry.

But the #1 all time thing that makes me cry the most….goodbyes. Full blown ugly cry, hate goodbyes. I always have. Everytime my cousins would visit, tears. My parents go on vacation, meltdown. Throw a beloved random piece of crap I’d been holding onto in the junk pile known as my childhood bookshelf, hysterics. Let’s not even talk about when Hubs would come visit while we were dating when I was up at school.

Mind you, we are moving a whole 10 minutes down the road, but I’m keenly aware of how different it will be. A new ward at church, new stores to run my errands in, a new park to play at, and of course, new places to take pictures.

It’s rather pathetic how nostalgic I’m getting, but I’m going to miss going to the church to take pictures in the perfect light that the upper parking lot gets. I will miss hearing LJ say “go to church, take pictures” everytime we pull in. We have our little routine, and I’m comfy in it.

Top/Jeans: Gap, Scarf: Old Navy, Shoes: Tom’s, Shades: Target, Watch: Michael Kors

Knowing me, I’ll probably come back for a few photo sessions…for old times sake.

The Twilight Zone

Our big move is quickly approaching. With boxes being stuffed, paperwork to be signed, bubble wrap to buy, it hadn’t really dawned on me that LJ wouldn’t understand what was going on.

He’s been to the new house a few times. When I say “new house” he reminds me that he did his new Curious George floor puzzle on the kitchen floor. I knew he understood that the new house was a place, but did he really get it?

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Somehow we had ended up “The Bearenstain Bears Go To School” book, and if I had to read it one more time I was going to lose it. Love the bears, could go without Handybear Gus and the giant clay donut for awhile. So a few weeks ago, I ~~stole~~ borrowed a big stack of my old Bearentain Bear books from my parents. I was obsessed with these books as a kid, so they literally had every.single.one.

As I was talking to my mom the other day, she suggested that we start reading the “Moving Day” book. DUH, why hadn’t I thought of that.

When I opened the book to the first page…

Instantly I was in the Twilight Zone. There I was, standing on the doorstep of our first apartment, taking one last look at the only home I’d ever known, just like Brother Bear did. Choking down the tears, trying to be brave, just like Brother Bear was.

Yet there I was, sitting on the floor of the only room LJ has ever known, reading him the same book that helped me. I was exactly the same age when we moved from that apartment, and Brother Bear helped me to understand.

In the last few days we’ve read that book more times than I can count. We’ve pointed out the box of his books ready to go to the new house, just like Brother Bear’s. We’ve talked about how he can say goodbye to his room, just like Brother Bear. I only hope that he will understand and be brave, just like Brother Bear taught me.