My Life.
Confession: As opposed to removing the Elmo“ training potty seat from our guest toilet, I’ll occasionally sit right on it to go pee. I recently found myself in exactly this position reflecting on my life, pondering what it has become and wondering what it will be. I am rarely, I mean really rarely, without children. Along with being a mom to my 2-1/2 year old, I also care for my 2 young nieces a few days a week. I am well-versed on the opposing schools of thought concerning potty-training techniques, how long to breast feed, discipline, television and immunizations. I can tell you my daughter and my husband’s SSNs, all of my daughter’s birth information, my husband’s gross monthly income, and every shape and color my daughter can name. I can sing the correct lyrics and melody of many, many preschool songs.
Sometimes I feel like I’ve lost touch a little; like the world has somehow moved on without me. I still haven’t purchased a single pair of skinny jeans. I know they’re back in style. I just can’t do it. I wonder; have I become boring, fading into the background? I think people used to notice me. I used to be more fun, more stylish and stay up way later than I can now. When contrasting my single college life and my married mommy life it’s easy to see the glamour of the former. There is very little glitz in my life now and I don’t always look as cute as I used to, but I am overflowing with love. My husband adores me like I cannot tell you. He looks at me and still completely melts me to the core. He sacrificed an easier life so I could stay home, and has been my rock throughout. My life is decadently blessed beyond anything my beautiful blond college years could have imagined, and while I’ll probably try to update my wardrobe and make a valid attempt at knowing what’s going on in the world I wouldn’t trade my life for anything, not even 100 pairs of the cutest shoes.
Why I do what I do ~ I am away at a women’s retreat right now. I’ll be gone from my husband and daughter for 2 nights in a row (a first for my hubby and daughter together) and while I truly need the break. I will miss them dearly.
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