Moving on, moving up

We spent this glorious Mother’s Day weekend looking at new houses with an eye toward expanding our little family.
It is a hopeful quest indeed.
It is also a mission that caps off a week that for our family was full of signs that we are all growing up.
Our little one happily waved goodbye to me when I took her to visit the bilingual program she’ll attend once a week. I watched with a bittersweet mixture of pride and sadness as she toddled away from me and ran to play with her new friends. Later that week, she proved she was ready for the big kid slide as she clamored up by herself and wailed whenever I tried to help her down the slide.
I finally let her go and smiled as she zoomed around the corkscrew turns.
My husband, whose DIY prowess was honed as a child while working along his own father (who was a janitor), realized that he isn’t abandoning his working class roots by hiring someone else to help do work around the house. He was overwhelmed this week following my surgery as he struggled to wrap up a kitchen tiling project before and after work. He was forced to admit that sometimes, when a task proves too much, it’s okay to ask for help.
And I finally put on my “big girl” panties and completed a deeply personal task that I’d put off for months. I realized that I couldn’t move on to the next phase of my life without confronting some very tough and painful issues that I’d pushed aside. It wasn’t easy, but I breathed easier knowing I’d finally done the right and “grown up” thing.
This evening we’ll sit down and eat a meal prepared in our freshly tiled kitchen…each of us a little older and much wiser.
Happy Mother’s Day.

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About domesticpolichick

My life is a crazy jumble of sitcom-level domestic hijinks and fast-paced political reporting in the nation's capital. Breastfeeding while doing a phone interview with a senator...yep, I've done it and no, I won't reveal the name. Toddler calling a member of Congress on the cell..yeah, that really did happen. Pregnant in high heels on Capitol Hill trying to chase down a particularly grumpy senator, yeah...that was nuts. But what can I say? I'm just one domestic polichick trying to figure out the work-life balance.
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