As an extrovert who was at home with kids all day long, I’d jump at any and every chance to get out the door on a date with the husband or my girlfriends in the evening. But now I want to spend the few hours I get with them all together if possible.
I know myself well enough to know that if no kids are at home, I won't be there either. I'm not a homebody, don't like alone time, and prefer a challenge. Being a wife and mother are the most important things to me, but they aren't the sum of who and what I am. There's plenty more, and I'm looking ahead to what that means for me as a person.
I wasn't the girl who dreamed about her wedding, a knight-in-shining-armor, or some sort of white-picket-fence domesticity. Most of the time I was more absorbed in hanging out with my friends, building forts, creating and writing columns for fake newspapers, or catching tiny frogs and lightning bugs in jars. But I do remember consistently thinking I wanted to marry someone like my dad.
Don't we all want to be comfortable in our own skin? But doesn't it feel like such a struggle? I can't imagine many of us will reach a point where we're never uncomfortable with some detail about our bodies, but I think we can get closer. As a great start, let's stop disparaging physical signs of aging that we see around us.
If you have a child who has even limited physical abilities, he or she should be working. And if you happen to be one of those moms who says something like, "I tell my kids that school is their only job, and I'll do everything else so they can devote themselves to getting good grades," then this post is most definitely for you.
What sweetness to have my first baby sitting in the room with me while I labored to deliver my last! She chatted with my mom, sisters, and friends, while nervously checking on me. When our last baby was finally born, she held him so tenderly. This young teenager meeting her newborn brother was a moment burned into my brain: worlds colliding and yet also wrapped up in warm embrace.