The truth is not that I lack free time; it’s just that I’ve allowed my habit of scrolling and reading 280 characters or less to hijack the discipline it takes to sit and read a book. I’ve allowed myself to be too busy to read, even though reading has always been something I enjoy. So, I’m giving myself a challenge, and I'm asking you to join me.
No matter how much you want to punch the sweet older lady who says, “Oh, enjoy these days,” while your child pitches a fit in the middle of Target – I promise. You will one day BE that older lady, and you won’t even be able to help yourself as this dreaded phrase passes your lips.
Sure, my kids might have been on a better team or had a longer resume for college applications if we had put them in more activities. Our avoidance of overactivity literally made us unpopular along the way. We’ve all lost out relationally by not being involved in all the things.
Listen; I’m not saying we play pretend and cover up and try to project a façade of some perfect life. I’m just saying: Remember as you post and share that this bathtub beauty will one day be a tweenager who will have opinions about how many people saw her in her birthday suit, even if the photo was strategically taken.
I'm finding that box club is far more than a social gathering to me. It's a tangible way to mother in this new season. It's building community with other moms and showing love to our college kids who are scattered all across the country. It's the perfect combination of my love of event planning, bargain shopping, and creativity.
The emotions swirled while my mind raced from his birth to this day and to whatever might come next. I forced myself to remember all those days led to this one and to trust the ways that we had feathered our nest prepared him to fly on his own. I prayed prayers of surrender and took deep breaths and chose gratitude that my little boy had become a young man who was pressing toward the next chapter.