Of course the things we miss most we can never get back and usually have something to do with the passage of time. My entry today runs parallel with that assumption. What I miss most are the days when all my siblings and I lived at home with our parents in Nebraska. My oldest sister, Desiree, moved out the end of summer 2009 when she headed to college. You could say that was the beginning of the end. But my favorite times at home with my siblings was long before we all got into high school and decided we were way too cool to be nice to each other anymore.
When we first moved to Nebraska in 2003, all my siblings and I were still being homeschooled. That continued for the next couple of years until my older sisters went to public school in the 6th and 7th grade while Josh and I stayed at home for a bit longer. But when we were all still at home, schooled was such a small part of our day. The rest of time was spent playing outside almost all day every day. We were on the trampoline, building ramps to jump bikes off of, setting up our “house” in the old corn crib, riding horses with mom, and our all time favorite - picking up rocks in the arena or sticks in the yard. If you know, you know.
We were so innocent of reality and we really didn’t care. I miss being completely unaware of what the president was or wasn’t doing, how high mortage rates were jumping or just how expensive it is to fill the fridge. One thing I miss most about that time in my life is the fact that mom made all of our appointments, for the dentist and all the doctors under the sun. You know who‘s responsible for that now? It be me. As dumb as it sounds, it was a big reality check in college when suddenly I had to start keeping track of those things and making the phone calls. Somehow my mom kept it all straight for a family of six. She is and always was the true GOAT. And even though six people were trying to use one bathroom, I would go back to that time in my life in a heartbeat.
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