Thank God for Hometowns
Last weekend we made the six hour drive to Ohio for the famous Blossom celebration and my ten year high school reunion. When I found out I was pregnant it wasn't long before I calculated how old Anderson would be for his first Blossom. I was eager to show him where I grew up and of course show him off to family and friends. It's the proud Mamma in me.
The high school reunion went as well as it possibly could have. It was really wonderful seeing old friends and catching up with everyone. I' admit I had a bit of nerves going into the night but once we got there they seemed to go away quickly. My classmates are scattered across the country, working jobs they either love or could live without, and finding themselves in relationships that have the potential to last a lifetime. There were some babes there and I'm sure by the next reunion there will be even more.
While we stood around catching up with friends Benjamin leaned over and said, "You don't know how good you had it.." Thing is, I do. I know Chagrin is an idyllic quaint town and that I had a great friends, a great school, and overall a very loving community that helped raise me. Sure I'm looking back with some rose colored glasses blocking out the times I dreaded going to high school, feeling alone and quite ready for college, but that's just all a part of growing up it seems, no matter where you are.
As I watch Anderson grow I wonder what kind of hometown experience he'll have. I wonder where we'll end up and what he'll consider to be the good and bad things of his hometown. No matter where it is, I can only hope he has the community to help raise him that I'm so thankful for today.