I would be lying if I didn’t fantasize, just every once in a while, about what my life would be like without kids or a husband. Not that I want them to disappear or am not really thankful for them, but occasionally the thought creeps into my head that I would have this magically awesome existence if I were living the kidless life or the single life.
I would have less laundry to do. Less clean up. I’d get to sleep in after staying up all night reading a good book. I’d be able to actually stay up late because I wouldn’t be as tired as I am now. I wouldn’t have to make so many peanut butter and jelly sandwiches. I could workout whenever I wanted and I would only eat healthy meals. I could travel more because it would be cheaper and I’d get to see friends more because there would be less mom guilt. I wouldn’t have to drive a minivan.
I know some of you are just aghast that I have these thoughts. Others are nodding in agreement. These thoughts don’t make me a bad mom or wife (I do other things that make me a bad mom or a bad wife, but these thoughts don’t even break the top twenty list), I think they probably make me pretty normal. 99.99% of the time, I’m all in with my life and very thankful for every part of it (even the poopy butts and crusty boogers on the walls) but that .01% pops up every once in a while and I like to ride out the fantasy while 101 Kids Songs blares through the speakers of my mom ride.
So when I traveled this summer to Colorado for a writing conference, I was giddy with excitement that I was flying somewhere on my own!, spending days learning and exploring in Denver!, and taking care of no one but myself! I was going to hike mountains, sleep late, write at cozy coffee shops, and live the life I’d been daydreaming about.
Colorado was nice. I explored book stores at a leisurely pace. I ate meals unrushed and in relaxing silence. I read books in parks and hiked trails without whiny kids telling me their feet hurt. I was on my own schedule and could do whatever my little heart desired. During the day, I was surrounded by other writers and creatives who spoke my language, wanted the same things I wanted, and dreamed in words and books. I felt alive and encouraged, overflowing with ideas and inspiration.
But then day two came…and I was kinda bored. I was still loving the conference and learning good stuff, but my downtime was a little less exciting than I thought it would be.
Each morning I went for a run before my first meeting and I wished someone was with me taking in the great views of mountains and all the cute shops I ran by (also, I wished someone was with me to tell me to keep running, that altitude change is nasty for an Indiana flat lands runner). As I drove by restaurants with my hipster-rugged rental car, I wanted Chris with me to try new dishes (also, to pay attention to maps and road signs because I hate figuring out how to get somewhere). Hiking trails was challenging and exhilarating, but I just kept wanting to take pictures with my phone and send them to my husband.
I missed Chris on my trip to Colorado.
I missed my kids on my trip to Colorado.
Missing them annoyed me. I wanted to be loose and wild and carefree. I wanted to be a world traveler all by myself and feel independent. I wanted to have quiet moments of reflection and wise revelations and inner peace when I returned from this lone adventure.
I didn’t want to miss my family.
But I did. I missed my kids and, especially, I missed Chris. He would have loved Colorado with its breathtaking views and majestic mountains. Exploring Red Rocks without my resident nature expert wasn’t what I dreamed it would be.
When I told him I missed him and that he would love the place I was staying, he didn’t make me feel bad about going to a place he wanted to be. I think he could sense that I was fragile and agreeing–no matter how true it was–would have broken me a little. I told him I wished he were here and, instead of saying me too, he assured me we’d get there together as a family someday and I should enjoy my time.
I needed to hear that so I could get back to finding inner peace, having wise revelations, and experiencing quiet moments of reflection.
Or something like that.
Mostly what I learned in Colorado was that this life, where I’m at right now, is a perfectly orchestrated dance God’s in charge of. And when I get a wild hair up my butt about how I wish my life was like this or that, I lose sight of the wonder and awe that currently fills my real life. I wanted to travel like a big girl to Colorado and learn wise life lessons on a mountain then descend the peaceful mountain, learn brilliant things at a writing conference, and finally come back home with a million wonderful ideas for blog posts and books.
What I actually came home with was humbleness and contentment.
What I actually came home with was a quiet spirit and no words yet to understand what was tumbling around inside my head.
What I came home with was a God that said stop looking for other things, other lives, because I need you right here, right now. I need you in Indianapolis with your husband, 2.0 kids, and generic rescue dog. I want you to love the mundaneness of it all.
So here I am, three months later, trying to notice the things I would normally call mundane and instead of being bored with them, I’m seeing them through the lens of God’s blessings on my life. Outwardly, nothing changed. I’m still living the exact same life I was living before Colorado, but God has let me in on this secret that there are tiny miracles in my daily life of routine and baths and what’s for dinner. For now, that’s where he wants me and I’m starting *deep breath* to be okay with that.
I travel for work every few months for a few days at a time. I love the adventure of the airport and navigating a new town (thank you Waze app!). I love meeting coworkers for drinks after a long work day and a delicious dinner someplace new. I especially love how I cannot wait to get back to my people as my trip is winding down. My heart is so full of love for my super mister and our kids, it practically overflows the minute I walk in the door. I am close to tears when my 4-year-old says “Where have you been my whole life these last few days”. I love my boring life. I wouldn’t live it any other way.
Oh my goodness, that question just makes my heart swell! Overflowing heart–that’s a good description of how it feels when I walk in the door after traveling also. Such a good way to put it!
Julie Jensen says
100% agree with you! Life as a Mama and Wife, I tell ya. 🙂
I have probably commented before and asked but have you read The Power of Now? Ah, it’s amazing.
I haven’t! But I just googled it and I’m adding it to my never-ending list! Thanks. 🙂
Maggie Fieger says
It’s taken me a long time to get really content but I too realize I am where I’m supposed to be. Not in an exciting glamorous life but having great times with family and friends. Thank you for expressing this so beautifully!
It just takes time but when we get there it’s pretty beautiful, huh? Thanks for commenting, Maggie.
Some friends of mine at church and I have always said that we should have all gone together and rented an apartment and we could have each taken turns staying in it whenever we needed it. Didn’t need to be fancy, just clean and quiet. : )
THAT IS THE GREATEST IDEA EVER! haha, I love it!