Recently, my family was featured in an article in the Philadelphia Inquirer in a column called “The Parent Trip”. My husband Jon and I spent 3 hours talking to the journalist about how we met, got engaged, married, and some of the details about our children’s’ births. It was so much fun reliving the past with Jon and talking about all the wonderful and not so wonderful things we went through to get to where we are today. We were very honest and didn’t hold back any details of our life together, and I think that the journalist wrote a beautiful article that captured our story very poignantly.
After reading it the first time, a shot of fear went through my body wondering if I had exposed too much, talked about moments too personal, possibly making the reader feel discomfort with our frankness. But then I reread it later in the day with fresh eyes, and felt a new surge of emotion: pride. It was then that I realized that I needed to OWN my story, good and bad; those collective moments made us the parents and people we are today!
So I hope that something in our story will make you say, “Oh, I’m not the only one that has had to deal with that.” and it will make you feel less alone in this world. Because as we continue to live in our isolated nuclear families, we don’t have the advantage of the older generations and aunt and uncles and cousins to tell us their stories first hand. I guess the stories of friends or strangers will have to be the substitute, the connection to others we all crave so desperately. Trust me, you are not alone in your experiences, your pain, or your joy. They are all shared. Enjoy!