My mouth is agape at a beautiful quilt that my FB friend has sewn and shared pictures of. It's stunning, really. The seams are perfect, the edging is flawless and the fabric is beautiful.
I sigh wistfully as I click through her pictures. And several thoughts go through my mind.
1. She finished a quilt today. I threw away a perfectly good shower curtain because it had, well, poop on it.
2. Her quilt is laid beautifully across the floor. My floor may just have poop on it.
3. She lovingly has a family heirloom to pass down to her children one day and her grandchildren may very well fondly come to think of it as "Bubby's/Savta's/Grandma's Quilt." Me? Does an old t-shirt we bought at the Playmobil museum in Florida count as an heirloom? No, that most decidedly does not have poop on it. Probably.
FB is dangerous. It makes us see what others have, and immediately our minds go to what we are missing. You have to be a strong one to surf FB and not be jealous or intimidated by other mothers who obviously (according to their chipper Status Lines) "Did all the laundry, washed the floors (with a toothbrush!), went to the gym, did all the homework with their kids, and lost 5 lbs! And it's only 9am!"
I am content in my roll of MOBs, really! It's just that sometimes I sigh and dream of being a MOGs. Just for a few minutes. Where one can go into the bathroom and actually use the bathroom without having to clean it first.
A girl can dream, can't she?
4 comments:
I have a few more years on you Kara. My youngest is about to leave home. I haven't changed a diaper in 14 years. My hair is significantly grayer, and the wrinkles are more pronounced. In my middle age, yes, I have to put myself there, I finally, finally, have time for myself. I go to the gym, quilt and I don't share my computer anymore. I wonder why I didn't do this stuff before. Why? I was a mom. I had to supervise homework, help with science fair projects (hate them still), do bingo for their schools, drive them everywhere, schedule play dates, and make sure they went to bed at a decent time. I had no time for me. When the day was done I was exhausted. As they have become more independent I can do these things. Your time will come. Don't rush it. Enjoy the moments you have now. They will fly by and and you will wonder how that happened.
I know, I know. You're totally right, and I am trying to not just "get through" these years, but enjoy them, too!! Thanks for sharing the pics, the quilt is really something special.
I hear you both! Gorgeous, Rachel...
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