I was born in Tennessee. When I was six years old my mother moved us down to small town Alabama. Having a young, single mother meant that we were usually slightly broker than flat broke. My mother worked two jobs just to make ends meet.
For about a year we had to live with my grandparents, which I am sure wasn’t easy for my mom but she did what she had to do. She was and still is a survivor. There were six of us cramped into a two bedroom, one bath mobile home. Thankfully, they had a sleeper sofa so my mother and I had a bedroom of our own. We shared a twin bed each night.
I can’t say that I loved our tight living conditions but I was a kid so there wasn’t much that I could do to help our situation. I will say that I loved the land where the trailer sat. My grandfather had a few acres on Lookout Mountain. As a kid I loved to play in the woods and creeks, running around without a care in the world. The land seemed to stretch on forever.
Cut to today, we are raising our family in the suburbs. It wasn’t my husband’s first choice as he grew up on a farm, but I think he has warmed to the lifestyle. I love living in the burbs. It truly takes a village to raise kids and I feel like I have found mine.
I do however still feel drawn to the mountains though. There is just something calming and relaxing about them. I guess that is why I am typing this from Sevierville, Tennessee right now. Our family rented a cabin for few days. My kids are on Spring Break from school and the hubs said he could use a little rest and relaxation from the hustle and bustle of life.
I am a mom though, so you and I both know that we don’t generally get to relax on “vacations” but at least the scenery from the kitchen sink is nice. It almost makes washing dishes pleasurable.
I awoke at leisure today in a strange bed, with morning creeping in from the sun porch windows. I prepared a breakfast of bacon, eggs and biscuits for my family. In this setting everyone seemed to be more appreciative of my efforts. I guess the mountains are good for their souls as well. Everyone seemed a little lighter in spirit.
It is strange to be somewhere that I am supposed to be relaxing. Relaxation is not normally my thing. I was not born with that natural ability. I rather spend my time checking off the to do list that is constantly looping through my brain. But being here makes that list seem less important.
After I cleaned the morning dishes I made myself a second cup of coffee. My husband had taken on the role of fifth kid as he played games with our children. Jenga, Pool and Ping Pong were all on the the list.
I went to the sun porch with my coffee.
As I sat alone, I watched a group of women go running past the cabin. Based on their pace and attire, I surmised that they were running for health reasons and not running from a charging mama bear. Being in the heart of the Smokey Mountains, one can never completely rule that out.
Carefree in the moment, I could think of nothing that needed my attention. Which is never the case at home. I can always think of something. I even have to schedule time for things that I enjoy, like reading a book because if I don’t, I will find myself instead folding laundry or cleaning a mirror.
But not here. Here I felt very at peace sitting in an arm-chair, watching run clubs go by. It was such a great feeling that I wanted to share my experience with you.
But the reality is that I am a mom. And as I sat here typing about my new-found serenity and tranquility, I watched in horror as my son did a Nestea Plunge into a hot tub, soaking everything in his wake. The screened porch, the windows, his siblings.
There is simply no rest for a mom. There are no timeouts. Not for very long anyway. You know what though? I wouldn’t have my life any other way. I love being their mom. I am making memories with my children that they will hopefully have, long after I am gone.
Now if you will excuse me, I am going to go catch up with that group of women runners. Now I COMPLETELY understand why they were running. They are moms!
Happy Spring Break!
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