All of my adult life I have repeated the refrain:
I could never be a stay-at-home mom.
I would hate being a stay-at-home mom.
I would be so bored...it would make me crazy.
Well, here I am...a 47 year old stay-at-home mom.
And...at least for the moment...I'm actually totally diggin' it.
The Universe has spoken decisively and clearly on this issue. I had "plans"...things I was going to do. But those plans were not what I was meant to be doing, or where I was meant to be at the moment. At the moment, I am quite obviously supposed to be right here.
One of my resolutions for the year (for those of you who may have read them back in January, and actually remember them) was to live my values. One of the most important values I defined was that my family is my absolute, number one priority. And yet...
When the daughter(s) and SOSA both clearly and repeatedly commented on how much they enjoyed and appreciated having me as a SAHM, I poo-pooed them. I continued my quest for "real work", thinking that this was only a short-time, temporary gig. Well...the Universe had no time or patience for that shiz.
Those "plans" I had? They temporarily "fell through".
And...after a bit of whining and crying...it suddenly hit me that I hadn't been listening (or at least not hearing).
But now I get it.
Here and now, doing this, is exactly where I'm supposed to be.
The message has finally met the mark, and I am settling in to just being, and living, and enjoying this incredible gift I have been given. Not to be too corny but it is truly a blessing, and I intend to appreciate every single second of all of it.
What an unexpected and joyous surprise.
As always, I send my thanks to the Universe for its wisdom and its patience.
Sometimes I can be a little slow on the uptake.