- I had a table runner on my dining room table that matched the tableclothes on the end tables in the adjoining living room.
- I had a crystal candle trio.
- I burned candles.
- I painted my fingernails.
- No one had ever pooped in my hand.
- I thought about myself and who I was and what I wanted...a lot.
- I knew nothing of love, trust, fear, anger, or pride.
- I was happy.
- I was not as happy as I am today.
I embrace it. I own it.
Being a mom is my very favorite thing/role/job/time.
Each season of my life has led me to where I am now, I don't pretend to know how wonderful things may become. I just know that where I am, right now, feels exactly how I thought being 30 would feel.
What a relief.
6 comments:
Other than the painted fingernails, this is/was all true for me. Good post.
Truer words have never been spoken. I have completely given up on nail painting here recently. It seems like such a waste of time. It's not like it's going to stay on.
I used to blow dry!
I was never concerned about movies that contained "mild peril."
I never realized that children recognize background music as "scary" when they can't even see the TV at 18 months old.
Fast forward........four of my favorite people to be around are our four children. They are funny, smart, kind, witty, creative, and tolerant of a "busy body" mom. I also love the spouses. I feel like they've always been with us.
What an AWESOME post. So true. So right. LOVE IT. And thank God the big 3-0 has been as awesome (if not more so) as we hoped!!!!
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