TruMama

Time. Everyone wants more of it. Yet, ironically, everyone wastes it. Unappreciative. I try to honor time. It’s all we’ve got. When it’s gone, that’s it. You can never rewind or pause life. And one should never want to fast forward. When I was younger I spent the week waiting for the weekend and my dad told me not to wish my life away. As an adult, I have tried to use my time wisely to accomplish goals I set for myself. As a teacher, I plan each minute of the day, week, month, year to be certain I’m teaching everything a second grader needs to know. As a mom. Well, as a mom, I’m loving every beautiful minute with my boy. It’s cliche, but I promised myself (and Tru) when he was born that I was going to enjoy each moment and not take anything for granted. Tru comes first…and it’s been a struggle as a working mom. I never understood the big deal before. But now I’m walking in those shoes and it’s hard. I leave Tru by 7 a.m. and don’t see him again until the evening. Well, it’s summer and I’m off! I’m home all day, every day with Tru and my schedule is wide open. I don’t have to plan when to do laundry, or mop, do dishes or go to the market. I don’t have to squeeze play time in before dinner and bath. I’m free. I feel I’ve been given an incredible gift. I’ve been given the gift of time. The one thing I want with Tru and now, finally, I have it…and plenty of it! I’m going to cherish every second. Yeah, I still have dirty clothes, dirty floors, and dirty dishes, but I have time to be with Tru and I have his nap time to clean or relax on the porch swing…whatever I want. See, I have choices now. And that makes all the difference.

We have time for so much…

Time for destroying reading books.

Time for walks.

Time for playing with a stick.

Time for flipping pancakes.

Time for golf cart rides.

Time for playing in the crib.

Time for big smiles.