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I’ve had my share of less-than-stellar moments as a mom. It happens. But one that will forever stay stuck near or at the top of my list happened in August of 1988. I’ll call it “The Worst Case of Insensitivity EVER!” We were getting ready to leave the home we loved, to pull into the driveway of my family’s farm–the place that would soon become the home we loved even more. But that evening, when we pulled into the driveway, unloaded the kids and our stuff and prepared to make it “home,” my seven-year-old son didn’t quite see it like that.

You see, home, previously, had been almost two hundred miles south. It was the only home he, along with our three, and one year old daughters had ever known. So, you can imagine (or remember, if you’ve been in this situation) how curious and dubious they were.