Singing Lady GaGa’s latest, Telephone, at the top of our lungs, the boys and I stop suddenly when we see it, the sign. We pass the placard as we pull into our driveway after spending a fun morning playing at the park.
“What’s that, Momma,” Reichen asks. “Is it a sign?”
“Yes, baby, it’s a sign,” I say while wondering how to answer the question I know is next.
“What does it say,” he asks.
It’s the question I’ve been dreading. How do you tell a 3 year old we’re leaving this life and starting another? I decide I’m being a bit dramatic and instead only give him the answer to the one he asked.
“It’s a sign,” I say, ”telling everyone who sees it we’re moving.”
“We’re moving,” he questions.
“Yup, we’re moving,” I confirm.
“Oh,” he says. “Let’s swing!”
Since then, we’ve had a few more conversations about how daddy got a promotion and in order to do his new job, we need to move from one state to another.
“Ne-bwahhh-ska,” he tells our neighbors when they come over inquiring about the sign. “We’re moving to Ne-bwahhh-ska.”
It’s so sweet.
What’s not so sweet: Keeping your house in immaculate condition while raising two toddlers so any time a realtor calls and says she’ll be there in 15 minutes to show your house, it will be ready. That’s so the opposite of sweet. And so are the some of the duds who’ve toured my home and say I have too much personal style.
I’m not kidding, that’s what some say. And I agree, I guess I do. I don’t live in a house of beige and cream. I love stripes, color, and lots, and lots, and lots of throw pillows. If you want to see for yourself, you can click here for a mini tour.
Some people love it, others don’t, and that’s putting it kindly. Whatever the case, I believe the ‘personal style’ of our home will be what sells it. Some one will see it and love it just as much as we do.
In the meantime, I think Reichen is right. Let’s swing!
