First half of the book…
Your whole life you wait…wait for the next Monday to start that diet, wait for something you really want, to go on sale, wait to lose ten pounds to buy that new dress, wait. It almost feels like half of our lives are spent waiting. But what are we really waiting for? I never thought 40 would come crashing into my lap quite as quickly as it did. Between busy jobs and traveling, moving, new house, projects, youth sports, sick parent, and everything in between, my pages turned faster than I could keep up with. Had I missed it? Was I oblivious to the freight train picking up speed with each passing chapter? I felt present. But was I? I feel like that’s a question we all ask ourselves.
Almost daily, we are reminded that the “days are long and the years are short.” That your kids will grow before your very eyes, with no mercy on your bittersweet heart, aching for another toddler hug or baby kiss. We read blog after blog of parents that are saddened by the passing years. I will admit, I am guilty of it. Falling victim to the reminiscing of chubby fingers and snotty noses. Because “you’ll never have those moments again.”
But is that really living our best life? Why are we torturing ourselves? I hit 40 and it wasn’t this big elaborate transition like I had been warned about. I’m 40. Ok? Our kids are healthy and thriving. Each passing day gives us a new thing to smile about. Our son is a 4th grader with the biggest heart you’d ever see. He wears deodorant now and has his own hair pomade “for men.” Our daughter is in kindergarten and loves to dance. She is a free spirit. Sometimes I daydream about their futures. Will they want to be close to home? Will they want to move away and fly? I don’t know. None of us know what the future holds.
What I do know is this…we need to stop putting so much pressure on ourselves to live in the moment because, “the sand is falling between our fingers and we can’t capture it all!” The stress of trying to catch all of the sand takes away from what’s important, the present. It’s a catch 22. The sand will fall, some you will catch, some you won’t. But it’s ok!
Life is good. Our kids are great. Isn’t that enough? So stop worrying about the years picking up speed. My goal is to stop overthinking what once was, and rather, what is. Join me;)
Oh, and 40 isn’t so bad…so far.
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Love your blog!!!
Thank you so much! Means a lot to me;)
Well said!❤️
Thank you!! ❤️❤️
Wow, perfect!
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Very well written. Actually 30 hit me a lot harder than 40. Recently our son and daughter have turned 40. Now that’s something that makes you pause! Please keep writing.
Yeah, so far 40 hasn’t been too bad lol! Thanks for commenting;) ❤️
Hugs and kisses. Truths!
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Great job you are amazing😄
Love you my friend!❤️
Right on Courtney! I feel he same way most days!! Great post
Aw thanks Tina! These moms stick together;) ❤️
Well said and so proud of you!!
Thanks El;)❤️
Wow!! This is a great blog! Well said my friend!! Whoop Whoop for 40!!!
Aw thanks Deanna! Wahooooo! Lol ❤️
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