The time between diapers and diplomas, were indeed thousands
of lives lived. Some of those lives were short and sweet, others seemed to
never end (need I list the examples? You know them all—the three-year-old
terrors, thirteen-year-olds with raging hormones and tyrannical teen drivers
ready to take on the road… my least favorite life.) I often think about how different life was for me as a
mother of babies and toddlers compared to how it is now— a middle-aged
woman standing on the sidelines of my young adult children’s lives, realizing
there’s a whole other game on the playing field next to theirs. The coach over
there is waving at me, “Come play! There’s a spot on the team for you!”
I shrug and say, “Heck yeah! It’s my turn!”
I’ll be playing
my own game but will always be watching the kids play their game on the field
to the left.
From diapers to diplomas to dreams- both theirs and mine.
Whoever said we only have one life to live… immediately no. We
have as many lives as we choose to live and I’m ready to start living my next
one.
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