Dear Me 20 Years From Now,
I wonder if you've become one of those women who briefly
lingers around, a safe distance behind, young moms carting their babies and
toddlers through the grocery store with that far-off look in your eyes. If you
gently smile at the mom when she looks up and catches your glance, obviously
frazzled by how challenging taking 2 kids grocery shopping is, as if to tell
her it's going to be okay. If you look at her and miss that time, want so badly
to trade 5 minutes of the independence you have now that your kids are much
older so that you can rest a toddler's head on your shoulder, or buckle a baby
in their car seat, mindful not to pinch any belly chub in the harness.
I have a feeling that you might be, and there are some
things I want you to know, some things I'm willing you to remember.
I want you to remember that they were the hardest thing
you'd ever done. They challenged you, and they kept you up at night. They
pushed your buttons, and they were never, ever quiet... unless they were in
trouble. I want you to remember that you loved them the hardest you've ever
loved anything, from day one, and every day after that.
I want you to know that you were completely overwhelmed
nearly all the time. The thought of taking them anywhere by yourself made you
want to hide in bed all day. You were overwhelmed by the responsibility. You
had NO clue what you were doing. You were overwhelmed by how much they trusted
you and how much they needed you. You were overwhelmed by how much you needed
and loved them.
I want you to know that you were acutely aware of how fast they were growing. Even though many days would pass in the blink of an eye, there would always be a moment when your world would snap to a halt, and you would look at them while they were doing something mundane and normal, and you would be painfully conscious that they were no longer the size they were last week, and that they would never be the size they are at that moment again.
I want you to know that you went to bed every night with one simple wish for the next day. To just do better.
Even though you were tired and challenged, exasperated and
overwhelmed, you knew then that you would miss these days... most of them, at
least. It was a truth that was hard to live with, and most of the time you
ignored it because there was nothing you could do about the passing of time. If
you spent your days mourning the ones that had gone by, you'd miss out on the
days you were living in.
You knew you were on a light rail, moving at speeds you
couldn't comprehend. You had no control over the ride that brought you to where
you are today, but believe me when I say you searched so very hard to find the
emergency brake.
Please know, please remember that you tried to savor that
time. Be at peace, knowing you spent late afternoons curled up with them on the
couch, that sometimes you just sat and watched them move and run, that
occasionally you took inventory of all the things they'd learned in the last
week, and that you appreciated your time with them the best you knew how. Know
that despite your very best efforts, there was no way to freeze time.
I promise you, you tried.
Love,
you
you