I Used To Travel

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I used to travel.

I used to board airplanes and sit for hours and hours because it was the only way to get to the other side of the world.

I used to walk into the homes of people whom I only understood one of two words of their entire language.

I used to barter for a better price at the local market.

I used to watch the sunset over a new city skyline.

That’s something I used to do.

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Now I don’t.

Now I, like so many women I met on my many adventures, am the wife of the house.

I clean, cook, parent, teach and learn.

I kiss the ouchies, give the mom look, find new playgrounds and try different recipes.

I scour the internet to make sure I’m buying the best product at the best price.

I watch for developmental milestones, watch the clock for bedtime, sweep the kitchen and supervise the oldest as she mops.

I pray over the meals, sing the Disney songs, answer the never-ending questions and ask about what they learned today.

That is what I do now.

And I’m alright with it.

I am home. I am comfort and snuggles and security.

Some day my kids will go on their own adventures.

Some day they’ll watch the sunset over a new city and maybe they’ll think of me, maybe they won’t.

Maybe my kids will grow up with the same travel bug I did.

Maybe they won’t get homesick when they go to camp, maybe they won’t mind living far away, or dream of leaving Ohio – even if it’s only for a season.

But I’ll be here. I’m always here. I’m always mom.

That’s what I do now.

And I’m perfectly fine with that.

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