It’s official – we are leaving the South for the Midwest. This time next month I’ll be in St. Louis, unpacking boxes and attempting to find a new tribe. Over the last few weeks as I taped boxes and kept my daughter out of the empty cabinets, I’ve had a chance to think back on some of the lessons that Charleston has taught me.
So, Charleston (and all my mama friends) thank you for teaching me that:
Love will always win. When hate showed it’s ugly face on that one devastating June night in 2015, we gathered together on a bridge and held hands. We showed the world that while others resort to violence and anger, we tapped in to love.
You are not alone when it comes to maternal mental illness. I cannot tell you how amazing it is that we have an organization like Postpartum Support Charleston readily available for all of us. You are not alone when it comes to postpartum depression, anxiety, or OCD.
History and culture can come from more than books. From our Gullah food to the Spoleto Festival, you don’t have to search too hard to find something new to explore or experience. Music, art, and food are all so good for the soul.
Enjoying a stroll is entertainment enough. Whether it’s on one of our gorgeous beaches or through downtown Summerville, there is a special charm about Charleston that is unique only to us. Oh, and nothing beats our Carolina sunsets.
You’re never really alone in a crowd. There’s just something about the Lowcountry that even transplants feel like they know someone else when in public. I’ve only been in the Lowcountry for six years, but it feels like a lifetime after meeting someone who knows someone. Besides, it’s the South and everyone is your neighbor if you’re a local.
Valuing tradition is okay. While all traditions may not be good to continue on with, it’s okay to hold on to passing down your great-grandmother’s name, or turning your maiden name into your child’s first name.
Building a mom tribe takes a simple “hello”. Yes, really. I am beyond grateful for the lifelong friendships I have made here. If you haven’t found your tribe yet, I promise that you will once you step outside and join a Facebook group or visit a story time. Really, I promise.
So, from me to you, thank you for teaching me why Charleston will always feel like home for my family.