I snuggle in the middle of our new futon, the mattress a focal point of our quaint RV living room. I am sandwiched between kids – my oldest on my right, and my youngest on my left. The salad mix with cranberries we prop in our hands and munch in our mouths.
Grace is propped up on the carpeted floor and cardboard wall. Ethan sits in his composing chair. Jon in the driver’s seat. Once we were all gathered, Tootsie the Terrier props her furry body up on my thighs to sit like a person and become part of the conversation. I look around, there we all are once again in this small space we call home.
My momma heart knows this time is coming to an end. After seven years of traveling in this RV, the kids are getting older now. Their wings are getting stronger and interests outside of what we can provide them are calling. I feel like I am outside of the room seeing a moment stopped by time.
The kids laugh at the newest video Elizabeth, our oldest, has captured of Grace. It’s a glimpse of their nighttime conversations as Elizabeth munches chips and Grace pokes her head up from her pillow wanting some. We laugh at the homemade video comedy.
Celebrating seven years as a nomadic family this week reminds me of how these four have been raised on the road. Our youngest has now spent half of his life learning and living in an RV. He can hardly remember life before he was seven. I understand as I have already lost memories of our early years on the road. I am so grateful we let go of our old life so we could find this one.
We ditch salads for stoup (stew that is a little watery) made by the most amazing kitchen gadget created for me to stay sane, the Instant Pot. There is so little space in our kitchen that I bought a small shelving unit on wheels just for the Instant Pot to grace my life. It just wouldn’t fit on the fold out 1 ft. by 2ft. “counter.”
We slurp our stoup and one by one my peeps disappear into their own spaces. Of course, I can still see them as no one can really disappear from sight in here as it is a hallway unless you hide in the bathroom. And yes, I am speaking from experience. It’s a good place to think. And hide. Hide mostly.
Jon goes back to finish work in the corner of the bedroom. The kids start talking to friends on phones or the computer. I put on some tea and write in bed.
I will never regret this squished life.
(Photo by Syd Wachs)
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