I am a mommy and wife. A teacher and daughter. A friend and sister. Some people think that I ‘have it together’, and in fact one of my friends recently told me that while at a holiday party. I laughed and told her that it’s all an illusion–and that my life is just as frazzled and out of control as everyone’s, but that my kids are still young enough to have a 7 pm bedtime during the week, which allows me time to get things done.
My most important things in life are not things, but people. My husband has an amazing way of remaining calm in situations when I most often find my core spinning out of control. Sometimes, yes, it’s annoying how calm he can be, especially because he tells me often that he will purposely do the opposite of what I’d like just to get a rise out of me. But, I guess it’s that he keeps me on my toes, he keeps me sane, and he reminds me in his own little way to realize what’s important in life and acknowledge them first and foremost. I love him for that.
My kids remind me of how it’s the little things in life that matter most on a daily basis. Only a kid can have his whole morning thrown off by the possibility that his sister chooses the same cereal choice he has, or have her life ‘thrown off track’ when she realizes that no, in fact she may not have a chocolate bar while I’m setting the table for dinner, and that she must wait until dessert.
And then there’s our family pets. Two dogs whose sole desire in life is to have a morsel of food slipped their way as I’m preparing dinner or as their human counterparts are having a snack on the couch while zoned out in front of Yo Gabba Gabba. The cat’s focus in life might be a bit more complex, however, as I’ve recently discovered that he finds absolute pleasure in making mischief in a way that can put me in tizzy and cause me to chase his furry self around the entire house (which is hard to do without stepping on (and breaking) a plastic army man, thus ruining yet another few hours of my son’s life!)
Life is about the little moments. The things that, when you add them all up at the end of the day, create memories that you wish you could bottle up and store on a pantry shelf, and revisit when you’re feeling alone or blue. That’s what this blog is about. My pantry of moments that someday, I’ll revisit with tears, smiles, laughter, and horror (hopefully not too much of that, though!).
