Change. I've learned to embrace it, ride it out til the end. Sometimes I'm kicking and screaming, other times weeping with my eyes clinched tight. Once in awhile I ride like a dog in a car, head out the window snorting what life has to offer. Mother to young adult children, a marriage of thirty years, and a desert to mountain to valley waltz with God have shaped me into someone I never imagined I'd be. Life is short and I want to live it. Tears, sighs, laughter and change. Every morsel granted to me. Scrambled, shaken or stirred.
Wednesday, June 08, 2016
So. Things I learned about myself whilst I had the brood last week.
Thought: "Parenting" little children is like riding a bike. You don't forget.
Truth: Ha. So not true. Actually, last time I was on a bike I crashed and hurt myself. A week of young children left a few bumps and bruises, too.
Thought: I can survive on less than four hours of sleep at night.
Truth: If you like being a zombie, sure. Slow motion growling sound side effect.
Thought: Four dogs is as easy as two, and how involved can kids be, they all wipe themselves?
Truth: Two skid-marked underpants found in odd places, one in a dog's mouth. Nuff said!
Thought: When things are real quiet sit back and relax, they are probably reading nicely.
Truth: Definitely NOT the above statement. Not at all.