Last week I found myself getting bogged down in the details of life. I'm subbing more than usual and long days away from home coupled with soccer practice, piano lessons, Girls On The Run, scouts and all the things that make our life our life left me feeling short tempered and wishful.
Wishful for a time when things would slow down.
Wishful for kids who still needed me, but maybe just a little less.
Wishful for a house that would clean itself, food that would show up on the dinner table and a bank account that would magically replenish whenever we needed it to.
And then I found myself at Costco, moving quickly and trying to make the most of my time. As I walked past the food court, my eyes found exactly what I needed to see.
Two little old ladies.
Sharing a slice of pizza.
Their faces etched with the lines of living. Wrinkled and spotted.
Tremendous smiles upon their faces.
One little lady reached out to the other and straightened her wig.
And they laughed and laughed and laughed.
And I knew by looking at them that they had lived very good lives. Lives full of laughter and sacrifice, memories and people. Houses that needed cleaning. Food that needed preparing. People that needed loving.
And even though I knew their lives had been happy ones, I also knew that they would have happily traded places with me. To find themselves young again, with details to look after. Children to tend and errands to run. To have the whole of their lives spread out ahead of them, just waiting to see what would come their way.
I walked away from those two little old ladies, a smile on my face and a perspective in my heart.
How lucky am I to be busy.
To have work to do.
A home to clean.
Meals to prepare.
People to love.
How lucky am I to have decisions to make and the time to get it right. I'm not often a perfect parent. I don't always say the right things or do the right things but I have time. Time to improve and do better. Do more. Love better. Be who I'm supposed to be.
How lucky am I.