After the last kid left for school this morning
Griffy, Ziggy and I went to the beach
and had it all to ourselves.
I'm kicking myself for not packing a lunch
and camping out there for the day.
These days are numbered for sure
but I'm glad we were able to take advantage
of the warm sun for a couple of hours at least.
I've found that
the older I get
or maybe it's the growing
with each child I've had..
I've become content.
I wasn't so much in the early years
of my mothering.
I seemed to be always wishing
away my days.
For a husband who was home more
during our military days.
For a bigger house.
To live somewhere else.
And in those early years
of mothering
I was alone.
A lot.
We were always living somewhere
far away from home and relatives.
Steve was always in training
or in the field
or at war.
I wished so much for a friend.
Someone I could relate to and chat with
over tea or a glass of wine
about mothering.
Many moves
and children later
I had that.
Lots of friends and playgroups
to fill my days.
Oh I wish (there's that wishing again)
that I could go back to my
young mothering days
and say to myself...
these days are numbered.
Stop wishing the day away.
And be content.