Think back to the days before you had children. You actually felt intelligent, probably a little organized, right. You put on clothes that did not have baby food on them. You were neat, clean and pressed. You looked pulled together. You probably enjoyed a relative sense of privacy. If an argument happened between you and your husband, it stayed there unless on of you discussed it with a friend.
Now fast forward through kids. There was a video on Facebook a while back that our family loved and we have actually applied to our own family. It is a group of moms organizing for their children's soccer game, bringing homemade treats, looking polished and neat, with gorgeous hair and well done makeup. There is nothing realistic about this video until a mom who is all disheveled rushes into the film. She is late, can't remember if she was to bring treats and whose turn it is to carpool. Her clothes are wrinkled and unmatched and she is dragging a few kids with her. She is the hot mess mom. And that is Mini-Me. We laughed hysterically when she tasted a spot of brown on her clothes to determine if it was chocolate or poop. But really, that is what life goes to once you have kids. You are rushing around trying to just get on the Merry Go Around. On the rare occasion that you hop on, it speeds up and tosses you off.
Once in a while, you dream of the idyllic life you used to have. Uncomplicated and clean. Organized and simple. And the a fight erupts in the playroom and you are rattled back to reality. And life moves on, your kids grow up, they may get married, and the true enjoyment happens when they have children of their own. I always heard that time flies, but now I know it really does. I discussed it with my brother the other day, and he informed me that statistically time goes faster. When you are six months old you have doubled your life span of three months. When you hit age one it has already quadrupled, and so on. I can remember being so excited for Christmas as a child. It took FOREVER for Santa to finally arrive. that was 50+ years ago. Now, I keep praying for someone to create an extra week in December just so I can take a short break during all the preparation. I have to be honest. I don't see that happening soon. And each year, Christmas just comes faster. Somehow, I manage to get it all done every year, but I am more out of breath each time, and I seem to rely on more and more help.
So, as a young mother, when someone tells you to enjoy your little ones because it will be gone before you know it, stop and listen! You get a second chance with your grandchildren, Thank God! Because I don't know of a mother who has listened yet! Stay warm and have a blessed week!
Wife, Mother, Mother, Mother, Mother, Mother, Mother, Mother, Nurse, Grandmother, Friend...that's me in a nutshell!