Well, I finally did it. I went back home. It’s been a few years and a lot has changed but my love for New York has not. I confess, my first stop was for pizza not my family’s house. I mean, hey, I was hungry and there’s nothing like a New York pizza. The next few days were a blur of bagels, egg sandwiches, buttered rolls, gyros, black & white cookies, and other unhealthy but oh-so-delicious food!
Of course, I wasn’t there for the food. I was there to see my family. It had been too long and my work schedule gifted me an extra few spare days so I took advantage and made the drive. There’s nothing like seeing my favorite bridge, The Verrazano Narrows, in the distance. Until you’re stuck in traffic from Staten Island to Long Island.
My visit was great. I saw almost everyone in the family and some shared some new tales while others shared their thoughts on various other topics. Politics was an issue I couldn’t escape. One person, who I admire greatly, shared something that planted a seed in my head and I’ve been watering that seed ever since.
She asked if my kids knew the “real” me. The one she knew. I told her that I felt like they did because they knew my struggles with addiction and one of them knew about my sexual abuse but then she stopped me and asked, “Did you gloss over any of it?”
When I answered, “Yes,” she explained that the best thing she did was share her journey with her kids (all of them are grown). She explained that it helped them understand that she was a safe person who didn’t judge what they did or what they went through. Her only regret…not doing it sooner. Seed planted.
Now let’s have some fun with New York memes:
Have you shared (or will you share) your experiences with your kids? Have a favorite food from where you grew up?