Usually when my husband goes out of town on business I just continue our normal routine at home, but I decided that with two kids it would be nice to have a little help, so I rounded up the troops and went to nana and papa’s house.
It’s funny how even after all of these years and a new house things can still feel the same.
My parents pantry, filled with the same cereals and soups and pasta sauce brands. The softsoap hand wash in the bathrooms. My dad fighting me on putting up a baby gate outside the room we are sleeping in because he is just as overprotective of my kids as he was of me when I was living under his roof.
I never realized it before, but when my boys spend the night with their grandparents they will be experiencing a piece of my own childhood.
The foods and the smells and the same 12 jokes my dad has been telling since I was a little girl— I can sort of always count on my parents to consistently be themselves and I really love that.
The thing that has changed the most within those walls was me.
Rather than dragging myself out of bed at 11 am, raiding the fridge, and forgetting to put everything away before I spent the next hour or so getting ready, I was up at 6am with two kids, threw on some clothes, did the dishes, and put everything back where it belonged before I left.
In my adult life I think of ways to make my parents lives easier, not harder.
I wonder if my grandchildren will know my pantry for its peanut butter, quinoa, and chocolate chips. Will we be known for our Netflix binges and football obsession? I want to be ever-changing, but I do hope that I will have things about me that my kids can count on to be consistent— so that no matter how long it’s been since they’ve spent the night, they will still feel right at home when they finally do.