Saturday, October 11, 2008

To Everything, There is a Season

Brace yourself. I'm about to wax philosophical.

Hey! Stop laughing. I might have some insightful things to say...

Okay, probably not, but just smile and nod, okay? Word.

I've been thinking lately about the different stages in life. Don't ask me how this topic landed itself in my consciousness (hint: the topic seems to have landed itself in the baby bump I've been sporting). How did I come to be where I am right now? I remember being a child. How is it that I think I have the right to have a child?

I remember a conversation I had with my mom at one point. I think it was when I was getting ready to move out of the home I had known since kindergarten and into a house with 10 other teenage girls, under the pretense of attending college classes. She mused that the reason why teenagers are so horrible to live with is so that both parent and child may prepare themselves to separate from each other. By the time a person graduates from high school, parents and children are so sick of living with each other that they can't wait to move on to a living situation that is completely new, and might be scary, if it weren't so liberating for both parties.

I find this to be true in many, if not all, of the big steps we take in life. 
  • A mother is excited, even anxious, for her daughter to begin kindergarten, so she can finally have a few hours of quiet during the day. The daughter has grown tired of having Mom as her only daily companion; it's time to meet new friends and learn her ABCs.
  • By the time a son turns 16, his dad is just about begging him to get his own driver's license so Dad doesn't have to take him to early-morning swim practice anymore. The son is just as anxious to get his license so he has some more freedom. Not to mention the back-seat make out sessions.
  • A daughter agrees to marry the man she loves because she wants to build a life with this magnificent person. Her parents are thrilled to finally get her off their insurance.
When I first found out I was pregnant, I was torn about the job situation. I have always planned to stay home with my kids, just like my mom did for me. But I love my marketing job, and I worried that it would be too hard to leave. Now that I am training my replacement, I feel myself letting go. I'm moving on. I'm ready for the next step. I guess this is why it takes 9 months to grow this little person. I needed that time to get used to the idea of creating a new life for myself and my family.


DIANE said...

I must have taught you very well. You are very smart and phylosofical even though I can't remember how to spell that. You are on the road to becoming a terrific mom.

Brit said...

so true; it's a good thing we wait 9 months for these kiddos to arrive (thank goodness it's not longer than that) because it does take time to get used to the idea. So many things have to change (big and small) and the more prepared we can be, the better off everyone is. This lil' guy is lucky to have you as his mom!

Trevor and Christa said...

I was torn about the working thing too, but I LOVE being home now. It's definitely for me.

Those pictures of you are fabulous!! You look so beautiful! I wish I'd done something cute like that!

Quela said...

Wow, that was deep. I've never really though about it that way, but it's totally true. It's amazing how things work themselves out like that. Although, I think some stages may last a little too long.

Habs said...

My mom says the same thing. Whenever the girls left home for college or my brothers went on a mission the relationship between parent and child was always stretched and difficult. I think it is nature's way of making change less bumpy.

The opporunity you have to stay at home is amazing. Most women have to work. I would relish in the blessings you have. Work can replace you in a heart beat but you can never be replaced as a mother. Love you.

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