
Anyone that knows me knows how much I dislike change. I like doing new things but most of the time I like how comfortable my old life. Plus I've noticed that when you do one new thing, you have a dozen other things that have to been done too. Case in point - we bought a new bed. First you have to find one - then buy mattresses, then comforters, sheets, the list goes on and on. Then you actually have to find a comforter set you like, when you need to find it. I usually only find one I like when I've bought another one. It has been easier to just keep the old stuff.
2008 brought a lot of change for our family. Lindy and Dustin got married in May. Gray Michael was born in August. Wayne started a new job last year and I started school. 2009 seems to be headed in the same direction.
Our family has been worrying about my mom living in Irving without any family close to her. Sometime in December I had an epiphany that she should sell her house and move to Terrell. Well, it was more like a brain fart, but I did remember to tell her my thought on the subject. She hem-hawed around about the idea. She didn't think her house would sell, she didn't want to leave Gwen, she didn't know where she would find a house, etc. (Excuses I would have used.) I found a neighborhood I thought Mom would like and drove her through it when she was down with Johnny and Lynn. We talked again about the idea then dropped it because I didn't want to wear her down over it. However, my two daughters got together and took the idea and ran with it. I'm so proud of them because of how much they care about their Granny. Lindy and Dustin toured neighborhod after neighborhood culling through the best places for Mom to live. Raylan and I got on the computer and searched for available houses that would work. Between us all, we came up with the house on Stonebriar. Lindy and I went and looked at it on Jan. 31, then took Mom, along with Raylan and Shelley through it on Feb. 1. It is perfect. The right size, the right place, the right time.
I still didn't know if Mom would go for the idea. She's lived in her house for 40 years. She raised her two daughters there, watched my Dad live his last good and bad years there. Her trees have grown from small saplings to huge yard-covering forrests. A million memories live in those walls. The hardest thing I've done is ask her to give that up. It's probably selfish on my part. I want her near all of us. I want her to have backup in her life when she needs it, yet still be independent. It is a lot to ask of anyone.
On Monday she called me and told me to make an offer on the house. I was surprised, relieved, saddened and very, very happy all at once. I'm so proud of her. She's worried about getting her house sold, of course. She's overwhelmed about culling through and packing four decades of memories then fitting it all in a smaller house. I won't tell her, but so am I. But it will get done. We'll all pitch in and help. In the meantime we have to get Jake and Kelley moved into their new home. More changes in our lives.
It makes me ashamed of how much I dread change. If a 76-year-old woman can embrace moving from a town she's lived in since she was in her 20's, leaving old friends and familiar places behind, then I can embrace a few new things in my life too. I will quit putting off some of the home improvements I've been contemplating for 20 years. I can lay tile floor I bet.....