When he was small, my youngest son had a habit of filling his pockets with treasures he encountered in his daily adventures. I didn't always understand the value he saw in his chosen objects -- really, how many rocks and sticks could one boy keep? In his eyes, though, each one was beautiful and important. Life is just like that on a larger scale, isn't it? We gather up the precious bits of our experiences and save them all to learn from and enjoy later. Perhaps you'll find a little something here that you'd like to keep in your own pockets. Thanks for visiting.
Sunday, September 12, 2010
I'm turning 38 today, and I had one of those moments of clarity last night when I caught a peek at my hubby and two boys baking cupcakes for me: I really like the age I'm at right now. I've been married 13 years and my boys are six and nine now, so I'm feeling very happily comfortable in my roles as wife and mom. Matt and I still truly love each other and really enjoy being partners. Noah and Will are old enough that I'm not sleep deprived anymore, and my life with them is full of energy and adventure. My wonderful parents are young enough that we can all have fun together when we see each other. I have a great extended family who supports me and whom I love dearly.
Enough time has passed since I left my career as a teacher to be a stay-at-home mom that I don't feel I have to justify my choice to people anymore. I've had sufficient life experience to make me confident about who I am; I don't believe I have anything to prove to anyone. At the same time, I realize I still have so much to learn and feel like the world is still full of opportunities for me to explore. I love where I live and feel rooted and involved in my community. I am vibrant and healthy. My life is certainly not perfect, but I've realized that I'm truly happy with it in its current state of imperfection.
Life is good today, and I'm so very thankful.