I’m constantly amazed at the things I once truly believed once upon a time…
like, in fact, “once upon a time..” those magical words that transported me into a world where people were inherently good and happily ever after existed for everyone…
Now I know that while “Happily ever after” can be real, it takes a lot of work from both parties and no matter how much you crave the fairy tale ending, you can’t be the only one rowing the boat.
I used to think I knew what love was… in my doe-eyed innocence of the teen years with my first true love…
Now I understand that the “love” I felt then is only the tip of the iceberg for the types of love I would someday experience. The types of love that hold your heartbrokoen child and cry silent tears… that celebrate when a friend finds success… that like the view looking back at your from the mirror.
I used to think that parenting would be natural and easy {yes, I thought that. Stop laughing.}
Now I know that there are lots of parts of parenting that are natural and easy… but even more that leave me sitting there dumbfounded with the “What the fuck do I do now” sensation and not an instruction manual to be found…
I used to think that everyone was the same and if I could do something, so could everyone else…
Now I know that everyone is different from the way we look and act and feel and learn and breath…. you get the idea… and to embrace people where they are instead of where I want them to be takes effort… and patience.
I used to think that when I was a grown up, I’d be married with two kids and a house and a fantastic career that left money in the bank at the end of the month that would afford grand trips with my family to far off lands and still enough energy to bake for the various school bake sales, volunteering with the PTA, and attending every school function so that my kids would always know how important they are to me…
well, we all know how THAT one ended up… I barely have enough energy to throw together dinner on the nights that I cook and supervise homework and make sure that my boys shower regularly… with soap though, so at least I have that going for me.
I used to think that my the time I turned 40 I’d have everything all figured out…
Well, I’ve still got a year and a half for that one… I’m still holding out on that.
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