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Parental Refugees

I think maybe we finally belong…here in this country town.  Thank God, truly for everything.  For the beautiful valley, the animals, the hard work and the history, but most of all for the people.  Our new friends….it takes a while to really make them.  I mean, really make new friends…those that accept us, ‘warts’ and all.

I find life funny… and dear…I love my family…and my Lord… this country life, the mud?, sorry the journey’s still out on the mud and on the poop, but I’m learning to live with it.  I look for the positive when blogging, which for the most part is good.  The positive is a big part of our life… but it is not everything…and so the truth is we (the parents, the old folks, the bill folds, the cruise directors) are tired!   We are reaching the end of 6 weeks of extra teens here.. mouths to feed…attitudes to adjust…’situations’ to unravel and attempt once again to be understanding….

And then we got invited to a friend’s house….for a glass of wine… and to just get away from everything…the mess…the heat (they had air conditioning)… those kids, our kids…the herd… and we went…quickly, like parental refugees…ah….and it was nice.  It was cool… it was quiet… it was lovely.  Our friend knew we were tired, that we needed a break, and she still wanted us to come….and she had wine…and snacks…. friends are good.  Real friends… are really, really good…and we are grateful.

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  • Susan Cross Stanley July 3, 2013, 12:04 pm

    Isn’t it funny how we miss the kids when they’ve flown the nest — truly miss them; but when they come back, it’s great for awhile and then we long for the relative peace/order/predictability of the empty nest? We will have our invasion beginning next week, for about 5 weeks (unless the daughter truly moves back in, which is quite possible). A new challenge!

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