To 18yo Me
14. Enjoy it. Stop and take in your surroundings once in a while. This isn't a race.
And we're finally to the last one of this series... Next time I take it into my head to expound on every single point in a post, please remind me to do it with one with less points! :)
I spent the better part of my 20s waiting for the next phase. I was a young mom with three daughters, with just 17 months between the whole lot. Every phase was in stereo. Add to that premature and developmental issues, and I was just... tired. And so I waited for them to get out of colic. And then I waited for them to get out of diapers. And I waited for them to get out of the terrible twos. And I waited for them to get out of the "we can't talk yet and this is really frustrating" phase. I spent so much of that time waiting for things to get easier that I never stopped to enjoy the things that WERE.
I look back now and think of maybe how much I missed because I was just hanging on until things were easier. Maybe that was a survival thing... coupled with depression, there were some time periods in there that were REALLY rough, and for some of those, hanging on was the best I could do.
But, there was so much motherhood had to offer, and sometimes I feel like I missed some of that, trying to be the perfect mom... when I probably could have been a much better mom, and a much happier mom, if I'd just strove for "a pretty good mom" and enjoyed the ride a little more.
So much of the American life is rushed.... "the rat race"... it's about getting to the end first. With the most prizes and conquests. We forget to stop and enjoy the life we're given in our rush to have the best life there is.
Surely we're missing something there...
Photo Credit: Vijay Sonar