So...I remember being little and at home with my parents. And I mean little as in 10 or 11. Old enough to want a 'life' but too young to have one yet.
Anyway. I remember the evenings. After supper when all the dishes were finished, the dog was walked, and we would watch T.V.
I remember thinking to myself, and perhaps even saying out loud...."Why do grown-ups flunk down on the couch at night, stare at the T.V. and go to bed at 9pm? How boring!! If that is what being an adult is like...I don't want to be a part of it!!"
I remember my parents telling me that they were tired, and were quite happy 'enjoying their home'....whatever on earth THAT mean! All I knew is that if being an adult meant that I was always going to be exhausted at the end of the day I did NOT want to get old!!!
So...Fast forward 20 years.
Here I am. Sitting in my comfy p.j's typing this with a nice glass of red wine. All three kids are in bed, the house is picked up, and the end of my 14 hour day is coming to a close.
Am I tired? Yes. Do I want to go out and 'get a life?' No thanks. I do not want to be anywhere but here. I've had a WONDERFUL...FULL...AND FULFILLING day with my babies. Perfect?? no....but wonderful. I was able to be in the moment and BE a mom, and manager of our home. I was able to enjoy the LIFE I was given and am enjoying.
So I get it. I get it. I take it back....and I think it's pretty neat being 'old'
4 comments:
funny how we suddenly gain so much perspective as we age. or rather pass a certain age.
:) the joys of growing old.
I never understood why my mom got so much joy out of a freshly cleaned house. I get it now.
I think I was flopped on the couch last night in my PJs at 6pm!
Well said. I, too, thought that way when I was a little kid.
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