So, prepare yourself. You’re either going to be jealous or tad bit smug. Jealous because both my girls are in school or smug because one of them is only in half-day preschool.
At any rate, I ran by myself this morning while the girls were in school with no thought to having to get someone to watch them while I left the house. And then I came home and cleaned. Dusted, vacuumed, mopped, tub, toilet, etc. And you know what…it actually stayed that way for a bit! And I got to clean with no interruptions. This is a seriously good thing. 2 hours and 35 minutes every day child free. Errands by myself are a breeze. Volunteering. Meeting with people. I do what I want, yo. Although my little Banana might have caught on because she’s started giving me errands to run while they’re at school. You know, she needs her medicine and the dogs need their food and I should probably do those things while they’re gone to school. Yeah, sure, I’ll get right on that, 5 1/2 year old.
But you know what I thought at one point this morning? “Oh, you know, that really wasn’t forever.” You see, I actually used to think that I would be in “that” season forever. “That” season where I was constantly doing everything for 2 other humans. Where I ran on exhaustion more often than not. Where I didn’t get consistent full nights sleep for like 6 years. Yes, I said 6 years even though my little Banana isn’t 6 yet because lets be honest you don’t exactly get a full nights sleep when you’re pregnant. Where I couldn’t do anything without making sure that my children where in someone’s care. Where I couldn’t eat a hot meal. You get the drift.
So, weary moms, be encouraged, I have arrived to a season with a break. It really does exist. Who knew??? And it won’t take you forever to arrive. Oh, be sure, it will feel like forever. It feels like an impossibility. A dream world. A mirage. But it’s not. And someday you will join me. And then we will join those with children in full-time school and then in jr high and then driving (which I’m personally looking forward to so that I have my own personal shoppers) and then college. It may take years to get to the next season, but for most of us, the next season does exist. In my world, it took 6 years. And that felt.like.FOREVER. But now I’m here and it’s kind of nice.
And looking back, I’m glad I did it. I was stretched and pulled (sometimes quite literally) and tested far more than any other 6 years of my life. And I think, I think, that I came out more refined and less selfish than when I went into “that” season. I have to believe that God used all those trials for my good. I can certainly assure you that I look more like Jesus now than I did 6 years ago. And for that, I’m grateful. Although I kinda wish there had been an easier way to get here.
To be sure this season will have its challenges. My little banana has apparently already cried at school several times because
mean little girls told her that her drawing was ugly or they didn’t want her to be best friends with anybody else or they scared her on the playground. And so it begins. But, it begins with a mom who’s a little less exhausted, a little less man-handled during the day, a little more rested, a little more margin, and a little more hormonally balanced (thank goodness for my Yasmin).
You know what, it really didn’t take forever. It really was worth it. And I’m really glad I’m slowly but surely moving on from it.
What is the hardest season you’ve been through?