This post by Melissa at Dear Baby made me think about the old days. The time of my life when I only had to worry about myself, when I didn’t have a family to care for, a child who is my life’s greatest responsibility. Made me wonder if I made the most of that time. Did I go out often? Spend time with friends? Travel? Act spontaneously? Craft, cook, creative write? Did I do lots of things for me when my time was all my own? I’m not sure. It’s hard to look back, from the perspective I now have, and decide. What I do know for certain is that my life, as it is now, is beyond fulfilling.
Racing home from work to soak up every minute of awake time my boy has left before bath time, bottle and bed. Spending the time after that cleaning up splatters of supper off the floor from below his high chair and picking up toys and books scattered across the living room floor. Working on freelance to make a little extra for our family, and planning, scheduling, organizing so everything runs smoothly of all three of us. And it’s hard work. A careful balancing act.
That doesn’t count the things I try to do regularly for me — like writing on this ol’ blog, reading book club books, cooking and baking, and crafting. This weekend, I enjoyed lots of me time — got a good start on the latest Litwits book, went out on a festive date to the parade of lights with a couple great gals, and spent some time crafting with a few other lovely friends. Weekends like this put life into real perspective — I’ve got it good.
Some days it’s tough. Sometimes it brings out my less-than appealing side when stress and fatigue take over. But I do try my best to keep it all in check, letting the little things roll off and meeting the big things head on.
As noted in Melissa’s post, we are doing important work — raising kids, nurturing relationships, keeping life going well from day to day. It’s not always easy or glamourous or fun. But it’s important. And always worth it.