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Pine Trees and Potato Bugs, Again

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{{Lots of changes afoot for me, if I accept them. It’s all made me think about my life. You know, more so than usual…}}

 

For the first 10 years of my life, my family moved annually. My dad was a video game salesman in the early days when Space Invaders and Asteroids ruled the arcade, and business was flush. In the ’70s and early ’80s, video game companies sprung up like weeds, only to die much quicker, usually in a blazing trail of glory beset with embezzlement and greed. So my dad chased the business and job stability. We packed up and traveled between Illinois and California for the most part, but had a stint in Colorado for a glorious year or two.

 

I remember snippets. The mustard-colored counters of the Elk Grove Village kitchen, teensy-flowered bedroom curtains in Buffalo Grove fuzzed over with dust, a snowed in pine tree blocking the front window in Denver. These years later, I still “see” the pale skinny kid across the street from one of our houses who’d sit in his scuffed Big Wheel munching an entire stick of melting butter he held in his bare hands.

 

There’s more. The revolving schools, an older girl teaching me to swing from the monkey bars, Mrs. Ashton meeting with my mom to tell her I showed promise as a writer, being cast as the farmer’s wife in the school play and hoping Kenny McMullen would be the farmer. The map of San Bernardino I drew by hand. The potato bug giving birth in our driveway, and the dozens of roiling specks that poured from her belly.

 

But what I don’t remember, what I can’t pull from my memory at all, are the images of moving boxes, bubble wrap, empty cabinets. I cannot recall the moves themselves. Not a detail. My mind reel simply fast forwards to being in each house.

 

So now, now that I’m the parent and responsible for settling my kids into a new neighborhood, enrolling them in school, and stocking the empty cabinets, I wonder how I never noticed the “work” of a move as a child. That, and I have to think my parents were made of cast iron. Especially my mom, who corralled four kids while singlehandedly packing up each house because my dad traveled two weeks each month. It just couldn’t have been easy. No. That sounds wrong. It had to have been nearly impossible.

 

In comparison, we have it better. But here are The Rock and I. On Week 2 of moving into our new place. Up early, down late, countless trips back and forth, and we are still not done. There’s a refrigerator to unload, a pantry to restock, a garage to clear. The new house needs putting together, and tender loving care, not to mention the kids. We’re all exhausted, not just a little cranky, and quite dirty.

 

It all feels so much, so very very much. But there’s so much more it could be. Four kids? Don’t think I could do it without a cadre of babysitters. By myself? Wouldn’t even attempt it. On another, greater level, while we’re wishing for sleep and cursing the misplacement of our underwear, there are people without homes and without pantries. This realization negates the temporary discomfort of blood, sweat and tears. (And there’ve been all three this past week.)

 

In the midst of it all, I find myself wondering what the kids will remember from this time. Admonitions to “sit still a while longer?” Terse conversations regarding where the sofa table should go? The smell of tired armpits as we snuggle them to sleep? My truest hope is that like me, when they look back, they won’t remember the parental concerns of the Atlas van and “Fragile” written in red on boxes, but rather the oft-visiting lizard in the backyard, and the striped curtains in the playroom. Also? Eventually? That they are lucky to have the freedom to move, the roof to shelter, and the cast iron parents.

 

Who smell.

 

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  1. MomZombie says

    August 2, 2011 at 11:59 am

    Maybe, just maybe, if you move a lot you get better at it? In my 20s and 30s I moved around a bit within the same geographic area. Not the same as a major move to another climate or time zone, but it was less traumatic to do it every few years. Now? I’ve been in the same spot for 11 years. I feel rooted. I don’t want to stay here. I want to move, but I know it will be very painful to pull up all those deep lines wrapped so tightly around memories and blood and sweat and joy and sorrow and little bits of all of us.

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  2. flutter says

    August 2, 2011 at 7:18 pm

    Oh I adore you.

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  3. Jenn @ Juggling Life says

    August 2, 2011 at 9:03 pm

    You moved? Did I miss something? In any case, this too shall pass.

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  4. Shary says

    August 3, 2011 at 5:21 pm

    My husband and I have moved 8 times since we got married and I hope we never have to do it again. We only had to move the two of us, though… no kids. I can’t imagine how you do it. Bravo!

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  5. Blue Cotton Memory says

    August 4, 2011 at 1:46 pm

    We just moved back to our home (didn’t sell) from a move 2 years ago. I think our boys will remember moving – the packing, the toting, a tired mom. I don’t think they remember the earlier moves (pre-tens don’t). However,I NEVER want to pack again.We have always done all the packing and moving! Smelly and surly – that’s how it was for me! Wishing you blessings and joy with your move – and awesome memories!

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  6. Jessica says

    August 7, 2011 at 7:49 pm

    you are so incredibly talented. Gotta go, Teddy just farted.

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