Part of the human condition is to dream...to fantasize...to wonder what's next or to question what could be.
At least I'm hoping that's the case.
My incessant Catholic guilt often puts a damper on my dreaming making me reticent to question my current life station...as if dreaming poses a slap in the face to all of my blessings...which then, promptly makes me stop and just be grateful for what I've been given.
But rarely am I not grateful for the place I find myself in...I just wonder what I would be doing if I wasn't grocery shopping, folding towels, singing to my babies or supervising homework. And these thoughts aren't intended to detract from the gift of being a stay-at-home mother, they're (I'm hoping) the natural exploration of the full self. i.e who am I when I'm not mothering or what will my passion become when my children are grown?
Most of my teen to early adult life was consumed with being consumed. I thrived on being busy. Heading up school/campus organizations/clubs. Working to pay for ancillary school needs. Volunteering in my community. Studying. Running. And reading...voraciously reading.
And then, I got married and forty weeks later, I became a mother. Instantly, my focus became as clear as a pin point and my mental and physical energy grew increasingly more limited and finite.
There was no more disposable income or personal time. Manicures,
pedicures, travel, online shopping, fine dining...all of the extras were
discarded for the promise of time with my little ones.
And now, it's changing. In a few short months, my youngest child will turn three and my oldest will turn nine...I will have a third-grader, a first-grader, and a soon to be preschooler. My days of changing diapers, making bottles, and midnight feedings have gone by the wayside and I'm left to wonder, what about me? What do I want next?
My graduate degree is in Conflict Resolution which means that I'm pretty good with other people's differences, but pretty lousy with my own. I like conflict. It's interesting...not in a melodrama(y) sort of way, but rather in a everyone gets to have a difference of opinion, how do we find common ground sort of way. I could do that. Mediate. Maybe put back on a suit.
Since being at home, I've sold jewelry for a really fabulous company. I could continue to do that.
I'm passionate about running and seeing people reach their personal dreams. I could maybe send personal messages of inspiration or train off to the side.
I also harbor a strong love for the written word and yearn to write seriously. I could potentially probe that possibility.
But on days like today, when the house is cluttered, the dishes need to be put away, I've got to pick up the kids in a few short minutes, dinner still needs to be made, homework needs to be supervised, and laundry is piling up...the only energy I have is to dream...sporadically...reticently...hopefully...trusting that when the day comes to jump without regret for the choices I made in my thirties believing that there's always a tomorrow.