Keeping It Real

On being nostalgic for my former life

Motherhood wasn't something I'd ever written down on my list of goals, especially in the last few years of my life. But here I am, tapping away at a quick blog post while my tiny human naps. Becoming a mother is the most ________ thing I've ever done. I leave that space blank because I'm still trying to figure out how to describe this. My heart is bursting with love for that kid.

But there's still a part of me that looks over my shoulder at my old life. More so recently, as it's now been a year since I left a full-time job in journalism.

Recently, Redbook published a very cool story package called The Mom Gig. In it, the writers explore what it means to be a stay-at-home mom. I guess that's my life right now. I haven't actually said those words out loud yet--"I'm a stay-at-home mom"--because they feel like pants that don't quite hug my curves snugly enough. But it's technically true.

The Masters: My Augusta vs. Their Augusta

For a split second, I almost forgot that I'd moved.

I usually have the local news on in the background early in the morning while I feed the baby. The anchor, a blonde who looks at her co-anchor almost as much as she does the camera, dropped the phrase "Tournament Week," and my mind went to basketball.

Wait a minute. This isn't Charlotte, where "Tournament Week" is a reference to the annual CIAA basketball tournament that takes over Uptown Charlotte at the end of February. 

No, the anchor was talking about a completely different sport. During the first full week of April in Augusta, golfers and golf fans come here for The Masters tournament. It's pretty much the one thing my hometown is known for to people outside the region.

(I discovered that when I lived in North Carolina. "Oh, where are you from?" "Augusta, Georgia." "Never heard of it." "You know, where they host the Masters?" "Oh yeah!")