I’m going to be distracted from my garden for the next few weeks.
So I won’t be posting about my garden.
But I’ve found a few “draft blogs” that aren’t necessarily about gardening.
They are more about my small town life.
So here’s a post written last Christmas
I’ve lived in the same town
For a little over 42 years now.
In all honesty I’ve never moved around a lot.
After all, being born the daughter of farming parents
And marrying a man whose chosen career is to be
A small town attorney
Means I’m likely to put down roots
Generally, farmers and attorneys
Don’t move around much.
And that’s been fine with me,
I like being connected
To my friends
To my church
To my community.
I’ve loved the years of watching Elliott and his friends
And now raise their own families.
For me it has worked well.
There are natural pitfalls.
My personality loves tradition
Doing things the same way year after year.
I’ve literally had to fight myself
To be more open to change.
Something I work consciously on
As I grow older.
I DO NOT want to be the person
Who always wants things done the same way.
So today when Andrew spoke about the irony
of the traditions of Christmas
when actually God sending his son
Was the greatest change in history.
I had to smile.
But now I’m learning
The real challenge of staying put.
In the past few weeks I’ve been to more funerals
Than in the past few years.
Friends are preparing for the hard fight
Against gruesome diseases
While others are experiencing devastating
Emergency medical challenges.
If I had moved around the country every few years
My life would be oh so different.
Sure, I would learn of these life altering changes
But from afar.
I wouldn’t be looking into the faces of people
On Christmas morning
Who I know are facing loss.
It’s not that I wouldn’t care.
But it would be caring on a different level.
My 24-year-old self was certainly not conscious
Of the choice we were making
When we planted ourselves deeply
In this place.
Had I known how difficult this stage of life can be
Would I have made another choice?
I can say with absolute certainty
That for me
I would not.
Yes, the past month has been tough.
For the whole town.
And considering my stage of life.
It’s not going to get easier.
But the friendships that are here.
The years of raising kids together
Working through the various ages and stages
Have created friendships
That often don’t even need words
To know how much we care.
We can and do go days
Without seeing each other.
Yet we are here.
Through the years
Through it all