Friday Night Fun

I became a mother very young. I remember holding my newborn and watching my friends get ready to go out for the night. I remember them putting on their makeup and dolling themselves up with makeup while I dreamed of the day I could shower again.

At some point in the past years things have changed. I no longer watched my friends being young in envy. I became content in the security and love that filled my life.

It is Friday night. I am sure many of my friends are getting ready to head out on the town. Do you know where I am?

Aiden3I am baking cookies with a pretty happy little boy.

Aiden 28and there is nothing you could say to convince me that being young and wild is better than this.

AidenThis is the best Friday night I have had in a long time.

And chocolate chip cookies are the perfect ending to a day stuck in bed with the flu.


The Time Is Now.

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Sometimes I wish I was that mother that could take the perfect photograph.

I wish I could bake a perfect pie or cook a perfect meal.

I wish I wore aprons and my house was spic and span.

But I am not.

I clean when forced.

I cook and then re-cook (because often I make mistakes)

I cannot take a perfect photograph. I am not crafty or domestic. I don’t wear aprons and my patience wears.

but that is ok.

I sit indian style and play games on the floor.

I read stories full of voice, animations, and sometimes a few dance moves.

I draw on the chalkboard and practice his letters with him.

Sometimes we laugh so hard we cannot breathe.

He falls into me and we cuddle until he tires.

I wouldn’t trade it for the world. Not for a clean house. Not for a million photographs.

Love what you have to offer.

Embrace the time that is now.