The prompt for this week is…
How did I get here, a thirty something closer to forty now than thirty, a wife and mother in a house of boys? When I was in college thirty something felt so far, so…old. I was sure then that by the time I reached my thirties I would have it all figured out. What it was that I was supposed to have figured out I don’t know. My college self would never have imagined that I would be here, a stay at home mom to two little boys that make me wish I still had the energy of my younger self. Sometimes I wish I could stay here forever, in my thirties, which I have to admit has been the best decade so far. I don’t want to be middle aged, although technically I guess I already am. I don’t want my kids to grow up and grow out of their baby clothes and taking naps and cuddle times with mama. I’m not ready for them to become men I can’t carry around in my arms. I want to stay here and I want them to stay here because however I got here, here feels good. Maybe next decade I’ll have it all figured out.