Kids, kids, kids…

Sometimes in life you aren’t where you think you would be at any given point. I call that stuck between no longer and not yet. In those moments I must remember, I am exactly where I need to be having exactly the experience I need to have to grow on to the next point on the path. For me the truth is… I’m not where I thought I’d be with the whole “kid thing”. I always thought that at my age (that will go unknown) I’d have at least one if not two little balls of energy following me around the grocery store, the playground and all of life’s other adventures. Wait, who am I kidding… I thought I’d be following them around the grocery store the playground and where ever else they needed to go. As I breathe in the journey that has been the last 9 months of my life I’ve had to realize that I am the kid… on the journey of lives glorious adventure.

It may not look the way I thought it would, but I am grateful for the kids in my life today the beacons of light that radiate joy.

To Ella, my niece who even though I didn’t take her to the Agfest she brought me the most beautiful planter with a butterfly on it. May that butter fly inspire both of us to reach higher and dream bigger.

To Colin who secretly whispered to me today he wants to be a Civil Engineer (and he can’t even spell engineer. I know the world is a better place because you are in it.

To Mykala who wanted to read every page of the book my class was reading as a team project. I know you are the leader of tomorrow as you turn every page.

To my secret prince charming thanks for letting me admire your parenting from a far. I am grateful that I can be a witness and silent support in your adventures in parenthood. Especially at bed time.

So to all you parents out that who get a little anxious when your boys will do nothing but moo at you like cows (Thank you, 4/5 graders) just remember those days are so precious and there is someone, somewhere wishing, hoping and imagining and dreaming for the joy you just might be taking for granted.