"How did this happen and how do I make it stop!?!?" That's how I felt about growing up for a long time. I just wanted to stay a kid forever. Eating Potato chips and ice cream every time I got upset was pretty much routine...and funny enough, I always felt better. Until about 3 years ago, coincidentally about the time I got pregnant with Isaiah, the chips and ice cream always settled just fine. Now it's just nauseating. I suppose that's my sign that I need to grow up.
A couple weeks ago, an old friend and her little boy were over. We were sitting there reminiscing about the old days. I recalled one night - We had gone swimming with a group from youth group and then we were going out to eat. No husbands, no houses, no babies, no pets, and, comparatively, no responsibilities. Just best friends and a curfew to meet. What a care-free life!!
We also talked about how it would be nice to know what it was like to live alone. No piles of laundry, no sink full of dishes, and no small children to bathe...oh, and no husbands beckoning our stretch marked bodies.
Then the husbands got off work and joined us for dinner. We laughed, cooked, ate, cleaned, and then of course, bathed our small children. As we lotion-ed up our clean babies, the subject took a huge change. We talked about how much we love our husbands, babies, piles of laundry and dishes, and how fortunate we are to spend every day with the ones we love and cherish, how fortunate we are that our babies are healthy, beautiful, and happy. And about how we wouldn't change a single thing in our richly blessed lives.
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