To return to a place where one is seen, heard, and known is a rare and coveted thing. To know where it is that you must return -to find that part of yourself that had gone missing is an enviable trait…no matter had long it takes. I wish all of my readers gentle and easy homecomings this week, be it to others or to yourself. More to come, as we have lots to talk about, and catch up on.
A former student arranged it for us the night before.
A special invitation to be on the tarmac when the president arrived in Maine.
It was concentrated thrill from the time we were brought outside, to this moment.
He walked right over to us, off of Air Force One.
He said; “Good afternoon gentlemen.”
He shook all of our hands.
When it was my turn, I wanted to say; “My sons think you have to be brown skinned to become president…” But instead I just held both his hands for a moment and said; “Thank you.” We held a gaze for three maybe three and half seconds.
In my fantasy world he looked at me, and Sam and Marcel and thought; this feels really familiar….
Afterwords Sam said; “What’s the big deal, I’ll meet many presidents in my lifetime. Marcel was a little more enthused; “Mommy between Halloween tomorrow, and the president today I am too excited to tell you anything.”
Mama C is now Mrs. Mama C.
It was a joyful, profound, and deeply loving day. Our magnificent and remarkable seven children and our extremely dear and supportive family and friends made it off the charts memorable.
It signifies, I imagine, the greatest shifting moment in my life second only to Sammy being placed into my arms. (By the time Marcel arrived, my knowledge of myself as a mother was fully under development…). To become a wife, in my case anyway, may possibly be one of the most radical things I have ever done. How can that be? I am working on a piece about this for the Huffington Post. When I publish it, I will link to it here. Suffice it to say, I have plenty of material.
Even with the transition back to full-time-everything around here (Shrek and I have seven jobs between us, and the boys are at two different schools, with six after school activities between them) we are still deeply dropped into the mystery and ease of this being married thing. This weekend we were able to take a “mini-moon”, a term I coined to describe what newlyweds with seven children between them do, to have a nano second to say; “That was an incredible wedding. I am the luckiest person in the world. I love you too. Goodnight. Want another cup of coffee? We have to be back to the soccer game by noon. Can you start the car?” We went to the lake. It was perfect.
I had to be at work at 6:30 this morning to set up for writing group. Lunches were in the fridge, everyone’s clothes were set out, and the the coffee maker with two individual cup holders had my husband’s coffee waiting for him when he woke up after I left.
It’s all very familiar. It’s all very new.