Hey Mom, There's a Monkey in my Pants!

The other night, Eric and I were in his room playing before bedtime. He had gotten all of his stuffed animals out and they were conversing with one another. Then he reached for his sock monkey and was swinging it around and laughing as he threw it up in the air only to land on my head. Then, as only little two-year old boys do, he thought to put the sock monkey in his pants. He turned around to face me and said with a smile, "look Mommy, I have a monkey in my pants"

Oh, if he only knew.

That was one of the last nights in our sweet little house on Alice Avenue. Now that sock monkey is in a box sitting in our new home in Knoxville, Tn. I am sad when I think about leaving. It is a loss and I have accepted it as that. Many people ask me how I am doing and how the move is going and I respond with honesty and sometimes I cry. I think it is important to take one moment at a time and to give honor to each moment. To give honor means to give weight, value, worth, respect. I am experiencing a loss. So I allow myself to live in that moment and honor it for what it is. Then, the next moment might be a time when I think to the future and I honor the joy that will be experienced in Knoxville. I am not faking my feelings or covering over something. I honestly believe that we will grow closer as a family and Tim and I will grow in our marriage. So as I write, I am just all over the court with feelings of sorrow and feelings of joy, giving honor to all and allowing myself the freedom to just be in the moment.

Thanks for reading this and for listening to me. I know that you have allowed me to just be and for that, my friend I am ever grateful. I look forward to keeping in touch across the miles and sharing more precious stories about pants and monkeys.
We will have many more memories to make of talking stuffed animals, and other interesting items placed in Eric's pants.