When I was in the process of moving - it's been two years now - a friend of mine (who had also moved across the country) gave me some very wise advice. She said to keep moving forward, do what needs to be done, and someday soon I would wake up in my new home with the boxes unpacked and the only thing on my to-do list being to make pancakes for my family.
Those words got me through some really wretched times! Bad realtor (in WI, not KS), unstable seller (in WI, not KS - hehehe), bleeding money, economic downturn, etc... I just kept holding out for my pancake morning. For more than a year, I held out for my pancake morning. I talked about my pancake morning, I dreamed about my pancake morning - my pancake morning became a symbol of survival!
One day it happened. I woke up - no alarm needed. I lay in bed and wondered what we should have for breakfast on that beautiful Saturday morning. And then I realized, there was only one thing to have...pancakes. The house in KS was sold, the house in WI was mine, there was of course a monster to-do list - but nothing that needed to be done immediately. It was finally my pancake morning.
I went to the kitchen and made chocolate chip pancakes, bacon, and coffee. I took my husband's and my plates to the porch and sat to eat breakfast with him. The kids snarfed their pancakes while watching cartoons - oblivious to the monumental occasion that was taking place.
I took a bite of the BEST pancake I had ever tasted and sighed. I told Todd, "This is my pancake morning." I cried. I know, how could I cry? But if you have ever moved, you will understand. And if you have ever had a move that is so bad it seems more like a dark comedy movie script, you REALLY know.
My pancake morning was perfect. I have many more of these since then. I appreciate these types of mornings so much more than I ever did!
Now Cherie is in the process of moving. Since they are building their dream home, there will be a long wait, headaches, and hope. She is lucky that so many wonderful people are surrounding her with support, but I can tell she is looking forward to her pancake morning.
It is soooo worth it!
These pictures were not taken during the "first" pancake morning, but during a wonderful visit with Cherie and family. We had to have a pancake morning when they visited!
ReplyDeleteThere's something almost mystical about pancakes. I remember as a kid when it was rainy out I would always crave pancakes. Pancakes are happy. They are sweet and fluffy and full of goodness. No wonder they are so symbolic to us. I look forward to more pancake mornings with my family, and with yours too, Beth.
ReplyDelete