My day usually starts in the middle of the night. I often hear the cries of mommy multiple times after midnight. I am called in to help with monsters, bloody noses or simply to be tucked back into bed. I can not remember the last time I have slept through the night uninterrupted. Oh but I can. It was about five years ago before I undertook the the journey of making little minions.
Night time wakings often give way to the morning alarm of my son yelling at me to “wake-up” before the sun has dusted off the nightly cobwebs. Somehow he is unscathed and well rested despite himself waking up multiple times in the night.
Midnight drama often gives way to morning tantrums. My current unfulfilled life goal is to have thirty minutes of morning silence with a strong cup of coffee while it is still hot. I often start my mornings as a waitress and end them as a referee.
The day is filled will errands that include grocery shopping, cleaning, parks and what not. If you have young children, you know that each outing comes with a time limit. If you go over this imaginary time limit, you turn into a pumpkin.
Don’t have kids? Let me give you a little scenario to put the task into perspective. Imagine that you are tasked with going to the grocery store only you must do this task carrying a timer. If you do not complete this task before the timer goes off your groceries explode. The catch: You don't know when the timer is gonna go off but you know from experience it’s ALWAYS BEFORE the errand is complete. .
The drama always begins when I approach the line to pay for my items. My daughter has some how contorted herself to be upside down or standing in the seat of the grocery cart. This is also the time where my son starts his persistent and panicked effort of taking home a “special snack.” These efforts more often than not turn into a tantrum complete with tears and an army carry of one or two children out of the store.
It is at this time right before the drama ensues, when I am praying the person in front of me finishes up quickly before my “timer” of well-behaved or I should say less obnoxiously behaved children runs out that a gentle and well meaning person starts to talk to me.
With their loving and well rested eyes they say “I miss this age. This age is the best age. I wish that I could go back”. With my unkempt hair, dirty clothes and questionably brushed teeth I give them the look of “are you kidding me?”. (FACT: These people are never to be found when my children are screaming bloody murder from the time I enter the store until the time that I leave it)
I can not remember the last moment I have had to myself including showering or going to the bathroom. The last thing on my mind is soaking up my kids in their current state. I am hoping they move along and grow up on the car ride home.
It is often as I drive back to my house that the song the Good Ole Days by Macklemore feat. Kesha pops on the radio.
I wish somebody would have told me babe
Someday, these will be the good old days
All the love you won't forget
And all these reckless nights you won't regret
Someday soon, your whole life's gonna change
You'll miss the magic of these good old days
Never thought we'd get old, maybe we're still young
Maybe we always look back and think it was better than it was
Maybe these are the moments
Maybe I've been missing what it's about
Been scared of the future, thinking about the past
While missing out on now
This song stops me in my tracks every time. It sends shivers down my spine. There are more times than I would like to admit that most of my day is filled with thoughts about what I wish was different in my life and plans that I have for when the kids are older. I could make the excuses that “toddlerdum” is hard (which f*ck, yes it is!) but from what I am told every stage of parenting and life is.
If you focus on the negative, you will find the negative. Focus on the positive and you will find the positive. The picture I painted above doesn’t show that my little man often climbs into my lap randomly just to give me snuggles. That the day often starts and ends with I love you mommy plus plenty of giggles in between. It doesn’t show that I am so eternally grateful to be in a position to spend so much time with my little ones. It doesn’t reflect the silliness of my little girl. It reminds me that I don’t want to miss out on the now.
This song is a reminder to enjoy the here and now so that one day when you are in line you are not telling some frazzled unkempt young mom that you miss this age. Why? Because you enjoyed and were present for every moment of the messiness of your life at that time.
What does this have to do with nutrition? Well, nothing and everything. How much have you focused on what you will do, who you will be or how life will be when you lose the weight?
What if you got lost and found enjoyment in the process instead of the outcome. Would that change the quality of your life?
Want to learn how to enjoy the process and your life. Email me at Theresa.Worley@icloud.com