I swear I am still in 1989. That was a pretty good year. Let's Go Mountaineers! How I miss Morgantown and all that came with it back in those days. I should have enjoyed it more than I probably did at the time. I would give anything to have one more day......
Anyway.
18 Christmases.....
I remember rocking that hippie-looking baby and watching the neighbor children walk to the bus and thinking it would be FOREVER before he graduated high school. 2019? Would we even be here?
Here it is. It is very surreal.
I couldn't really see past the 9/11 coverage on the television then, it never felt like this would come.
I struggle daily because I feel like I have not appreciated it as much as I should have. I imagined it all so differently; would I have liked it more if it had been that way? I thought being a mom was the easiest job in the world......in 1999. Lord have mercy, this is a HARD gig. It NEVER ends. You don't go home and put it out of your mind. EVER. Ask my mom, she knows this well. Since being a stay-at-home mom for a few months now I can honestly say I am working more now than when I was "working". I don't know how that is, but it is. I am tired.
I want to go back and do it again with all of this knowledge and all of these feelings I currently possess......I want to bask in joy every. single. hour of their fleeting childhoods. Mom guilt. I am owning it big time.
I cannot believe I have a child approaching graduation. And *fingers crossed* college.
2019.....I want this to be the year we bring joy back. I want to appreciate my children for WHO they are instead of WHAT they could be. I want it to slow down because I am not ready to walk this path with the other two.
Adam starts high school in the fall. This is currently hurting my heart in a way I never felt with Jacob. Because:
Is this life? Always wanting what was? 2006? 1994? 1989? 1976? I want to want this day right here, right now. I am sure going to try.
Happy 2019 ya'll.
Love your now.
