PARKING LOT DISCOVERIES
The pharmacy closest to my home is this one. It's now called CVS but when my Andrew was a baby and my Monica a toddler, it was called Savon. Those were tough days. And it was in the parking lot of this pharmacy where I frequently found my way back home.
As I've shared before, motherhood was tough. I mean, though I had read all the books to prepare, there was no way to prepare for it, you know? I shed a lot of tears.
My husband, Gerardo, was a young professional at that time. And he was so nice. He would rush home during his lunch hour and encourage me to go anywhere I wanted to for one full hour. And I remember crying, "But I don't know where to go!" But he encouraged me to just get in the car and drive. So I did. And you know where I went? I went to Savon. And I parked my car in the parking lot, and sat there listening to the radio. Sometimes I had my knitting with me. Other times, just a vanilla cone from McDonald's. It was the most delicious hour of the day. To be by myself. To gather my thoughts. To knit one or two or even ten rows. And to reassure myself that everything would be OK.
Today, I pass by this lot all the time. And it symbolizes so much for me ... about how we all need time to ourselves. And that we need loved ones in our lives who understand that truth. Because once we have that time in the parking lot, after we gobble up the vanilla cone, after we knit some and purl some, after we belt out a song on the radio, we always find our way back home. And we know. Everything is OK.
I hope that Monica will find a partner who will rush home during the lunch hour so that she can go to Savon. And my prayer for Andrew is that he will grow up to be the kind of man who will rush home during the lunch hour to support his beloved.