Survive…for the last few months that has been my word to live by, my word to wonder about each day. How am I going to “survive” living with my in-laws when my husband moved across the country for a new job and we had to wait for renovations to be completed on our old/current house? How am I going to “survive” moving back in with my parents since that seemed better than living with my in-laws? How am I going to “survive” living in a small town that I fought so hard to escape growing up? How am I going to “survive” taking care of my two boys and 4 pets without my husband’s help? How am I going to “survive” without breaking down or going crazy until we can all be together as a family again?
When I write it down or say it out loud, it sounds petty and not at all like it would be about survival. We have shoes on our feet and a roof over our heads. We have a family that loves us and welcomed us home. Maybe I should term it surviving mentally…figuring out how not to go crazy in a small town without my own personal space. My personal mental battle.
And then I sat back and watched my boys…watched them interact with their grandparents, great-grandparents, and uncle, watched them play with farm animals and help with farm chores that I turned up my nose at growing up, watched them absolutely glow as they took in the sights at the tractor pull. Lesson learned. There is more beauty and wonder in the world looking through the eyes of a child.
I know there are others like me who are fighting or who fought to leave not seeing the good and exactly what a small town does have to offer. Hence this blog, we are searching for the good in the small town, the fun we can have here, the beauty waiting to be found. The negatives are slowly stepping back to allow the positive aspects to shine through (the parks, the libraries, the tractors).
We are taking it one day at a time and trying to stay positive. Survive has become live…love…and enjoy. Live in a small town, love life in a small town, enjoy life in a small town.