Driving home from grandma’s house after Thanksgiving meal yesterday, I watched the faint glow of a kid’s movie, playing above the dashboard inside the minivan we were trailing. I felt so much peace staring at some stranger’s tiny screen, imagining the volume turned up slightly to drown out the beat of tires on the highway. I couldn’t even make out characters, let alone any distinguishable storyline, but a warmth spread into my chest. I thought how we are all connected to this driver, whether through childhood memories of backseat boredom or through attempts at entertaining our own tiny children on long car rides. For one extended moment in time, I was thankful to be part of some stranger’s holiday memory, thankful to have my own child falling asleep in his carseat, still gripping the dried candle wax grandma had given him after the meal had ended.
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This is a new project for me, another evolution of my life as a writer. This one will come with a Facebook page as well, one that you can follow and friend. It took me a long while to consider the title for this blog. I wanted something that defined me both as a person and a writer. A name that would also perhaps speak to a particular audience. Why “The Astronaut Wife?” Since my early days of blogging, I have leaned toward more of a confessional style of writing, to some degree. I write as much truth as I can muster at each phase of life. In addition, I also come from a conservative Southern family, and I have grown very far from those roots. You could say I have rocketed to the moon in terms of my upbringing. I have rocketed away from debilitating family dynamics, from worldviews that held me beneath a rock. In my thirties, and now my early to mid-forties, I have learned to live more comfortably with both sides of the moon and write just as much about the raw, dark places as the light ones. Don’t quote me on that, though. It’s quite likely I will lean more heavily toward one or the other depending on which way the wind is blowing. Then, we get to the wife part, and quite frankly, this is where the feminist in me bucked and brayed. Identifying myself as “wife” has felt simply stymieing, particularly since becoming a mother six and a half years ago. But if the truth is going to be told, being a wife to my particular husband has altered my entire shape and has given voice to much of the inner deep. So in fact, becoming a wife was the singular most life-changing moment for me in my journey to the moon and back. Fellow travelers, you can feel safe and comfortable here. What matters more than what you might “get” about me is what you might take for yourself. View all posts by EliMom