For us “retired” moms, the past couple of weeks of “first school days” posts is torture. You see, when you lose something (like first days) you just remember the good stuff. Gone are the memories of “Did you brush your teeth?”, “Gross...go put on deodorant!”, and “You what? Im not bringing your backpack to school !”...Memories are a funny thing...they morph into what is good (I think that is God!) and take on a life of their own. Seeing young moms posting their “first day” photos has me reminiscing about the boys...I always “loved” back to school time and the excitement of new pencils and notebooks...even as a kid...then as a teacher...then as a mom...I recently saw a couple “posting” hilarious “newlywed style” photos of them holding a chalkboard sign reading, “Empty Nest”...That is kind of how it feels. The thought crosses your mind, “What defines me now?”. This is meant as an encouragement to ALL moms. If you have young ones, remember...the time FLIES, then they are sassy ! If you are transitioning into retirement, rest assured that new memories are coming and life will get better...just different. Exhibit A:
Last weekend we had a quick road trip to Santa Fe. We had 1 vacation day (without work) and decided we would go to the pool. This is a HUGE step for CTDad...he is not a pool guy and I am definitely a pool girl. We started at the “slide pool” I think because I miss the sound of kids and people and activity. We BOTH agree that the “adult” pool sounded boring and was further away from the bar. Here we are...without kids...and instead of enjoying ourselves as a couple, we are finding ourselves parenting the kids at the pool. All I could think of was “WALK don’t RUN!”, and “For the love of everything holy lady...watch your 2 year old by the edge of the pool!”. About an hour in, it dawned on us that the “adult” pool may be where we belonged. We sauntered over with our heads bowed to avoid the eyes of the parents at the pool and felt like two kids sneaking in to the “adult” area. I hate to admit it, but suddenly, I found myself reading my novel and wading into the water without wrecking my frizzy hair, and when a high pitched little girl was screaming outside the walls of our sacred space, I looked at CTD and he looked at me, and we just smiled.
Through the good and the bad...the tears and the smiles...this one’s for you. Hang in there Moms!
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