It’s winter and everyone here in Maine is dressing in layers. My layering ritual begins with wool socks. The rest depends on the day ahead. But that ritual is about to get a lot lighter, because I’m be heading south for a few months. Leaving got me thinking about the layers of me and how those me-layers that I’ll be leaving behind will make me feel a little bare.
I think the most noticeable layer will be the husband-layer. He’s the goofy guy I’ve come home to for the almost twenty-five years and even though I’ll only be gone for a few months, I already feel a little bare.
And then there’s the Mom-Dad-Bill-Jodi-Quinton-William layer of our family night tradition. I feel a shiver at the thought of missing that every-other-Thursday pause to connect and catch-up around the dining room table at Mom & Dad’s.
Two years ago, a new layer was added to my life. The layer of my son, Justin’s girls, Emmah and Miah. I’m not sure how I’ll survive without their layers of love and kisses.
The next layer is one of the toughest to shed. It’s my McWriter’s layer. Five years ago I exposed my writing to the critiques of these talented ladies. They’ve nudged and poked my rambles into stories and become some of my closest friends along the way. I plan to cling to a scrap of this layer with the help of the internet, even though that scrap won’t provide the same warmth and comfort.
The last layer is that of my co-workers in the ER at Maine General. These doctors, nurses and techs that I’ve spent hours with, working shoulder to shoulder saving lives, wrangling drunks, and rescuing the occasional splinter have become such a part of me that the thought of stepping into a new ER and learning to trust and depend on new people is the most frightening exposure.
It may seem that by the time I arrive in the Carolinas I’ll likely die of exposure, but don’t worry. I have layers waiting for me there. Starting with my two youngest children…
…my sister and her family…
and my laugh-till-you-cry-friend, Jeanne.
And then there are the layers of me that can’t be peeled away—my passion for writing, love for my family and friends, my confidence and skill as a nurse and my curiosity of the world around me. Plus, I’ll gather up some new layers along this adventure and I’ll use those experiences to weave the fabric of stories that will find their way to you!
**Featured photo credit – Jackie from Knittin’ Matters.
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