I was talking to my daughter the other day and she was venting about “life”, the bills, the kids, the mounds of laundry. “We have three kids with different schedules,” she said.
I wanted to be sympathetic, but my first thought was, you’re not the first busy mom, I did it with you and your brother, my mom had eight (before she was 30). But instead, I just said, “that’s why God gives us kids when we’re young.”
Funny thing is this is the same little girl who couldn’t wait to grow up. Who, at 15, said she was moving out right after high school. And she did.
She’s been doing “life” ever since.
Adulting is hard.
Parenting is hard.
Life is hard.
But then it’s wonderful.
Glorious, in fact.
Sure, there are days I don’t want to adult.
Days I want to wake up and play all day, hang with my friends and have someone else take care of things in my life, including mi.
But then I get a reality check.
The truth is, being a kid is overrated too. If you grew up like I did, you had rules, chores, a curfew, but not much say so.
If you’re feeling overwhelmed adulting lately it may be time to take a few minutes to play.
Go to the playground and swing on a swing set,
try to touch the sky with your toes – (I used to love to do that.)
Swim a few laps in the pool or ride the waves at the beach,
Go to a batting range and hit a few balls or better yet, fill some balloons with helium and call a friend with your silly voice and plan a tea party.
Life is short.
Live it. Embrace it.
You can pay your bills and do your laundry tomorrow.
