Being Content

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.