This thought struck me today...very much out of the blue.
It's Friday and it seems like not so very long ago the anticipation of seeing my boyfriend and going out with our friends was so overwhelming I felt I was going to burst!
We would meet up with them at our bar where our favorite music was playing, chat about our week, tell the same funny stories over and over again...and drink beer. Lots of beer.
It. Was. Great.
Those were some of the best days of our lives.
Farm Boy and I have always known that we have some of the best friends imaginable and that we have something with them that not many people have. There are so many stories and experiences that would make your hair stand on end or quite simply have you falling on the floor crying with laughter...and we love that we were a part of those stories.
But...times have changed.
We are no longer 22 and we are now parents.
Our Friday night will now consist of Farm Boy coming home from work tired and probably needing a little nap. A discussion about how nothing sounds good for supper. Finally deciding on something that we both are settling for because we can't think of...or don't want to bother with...something better. Eating supper. Me doing the dishes. Farm Boy heading into the living room to witness Q-Tip running around unfolding and pulling out every lap blanket in the living room, dumping every Little People toy out of the container, spreading every piece of her Mr. Potato Head set all over the living room...and most generally having a wonderful time. 7:30 arrives and it's off to bath and bed time for Q-Tip. Finally Farm Boy and I settle in to watch our DVR'ed shows from the past week or possibly a movie...IF Farm Boy has had a nap. Otherwise...I'll be watching my DVR'ed shows...AKA Oprah...while he snores on the couch beside me. Then it's off to bed around 11 or 12.
Does that not sound like the MOST exciting Friday night EVER?!
I'm waiting for the OH YES MEGAN, YES!!
Not coming I guess.
To tell you the honest truth...I'm sure you could never have guessed...sometimes I want to go back to those days of overwhelmingly fun Friday nights with friends!
But...when the thought of "oh how our lives have changed" hit me today and I had the flood of all of these thoughts immediately following, they vanished just about as quickly as they came this time as they have hung around a bit longer in the past. I think because the recollection of this morning’s events came to mind in the midst of it all.
I went in to Q-Tip's room to wake her up and she was as happy as a lark. I picked her up and hugged her then carried her to the changing table where she immediately started babbling about this and that. After I had changed her, put her clothes on for the day and put a pony tail in her hair she said...Give mama hugs. Then she wrapped her little arms around my neck and held on while she sang the good morning song that I usually sing to her...
Good morning to you,
Good morning to you,
Mommy loves you so much,
Mommy loves you so much!
She sang it at least 10 times. Squeezing my neck harder with every minute...swaying back and forth.
It was one of those sweet moments that can give a mother another 6 months of trudging forward, making hard decisions, doing the right thing for our child no matter what the cost to us. AND...above all...reminding me to be present. Here, today, and in the future as well as reminding me to be thankful for this stage of life that I am in.
I'm 25 + almost 6. I have 1 child...she just turned 2. Yes I am...Lord help me...older than I once was and life is chaotic sometimes. My 1 child is teething and wants her way...but she is little and sweet and she loves her mommy no matter how
So for today when I'm thinking about a Friday night out and about in the big town it's easy to replace that thought with a Friday night at home...with my Farmer Boy and my baby girl.
Feeling blessed and content,