For the month of March, I'll be writing with all you in the Slice of Life community. Disclaimer: I'll be writing every day so the writing will be raw and a bit messy most days.
I have lived most, if not all of my professional career feeling as if an imposter and will be found out any day. But I never thought this feeling of not being confident and in the know would creep into my family life.
I know this sounds crazy to say, but lately, I feel as if I might be an imposter in my family. How did we get to be the family that lives in three different states? How did we get to the family that spends more time apart than together? How did we get to be the family that time together is rare and not commonplace?
When I see our daughters, it’s like we’ve never been apart. So why then don’t I recognize every piece of clothing they wear? Why am I surprised when they order something new off the menu? Why am I surprised when one daughter's hair smells like peaches and the other's like mangos? Aren’t they sharing the bottle if coconut shampoo I put in their shared bathroom?
I remember when I moved out of my family home and when I returned suddenly all the years of my parent's lives were carved into their faces. Do our daughters now see my husband and I this way? Are all the years of our lives carved into our faces? Are we strangers to our daughters?
We are so proud of our girls, and we are so happy they have these lives full of opportunities and promise. I just wish that it didn’t have to cross state lines.