When I Grow Up

Sometimes I think I want to be a freelance writer when I grow up. Or rather, when my kids grow up. My life doesn't have room for any paid work right now. I tend to be a workaholic, so any work I add into my life means everything else will suffer. But I do wonder if I'll be able to write some once the kids are in school.

I figure if I want to write more someday, whether for money or whatever, it might be good to start writing more right this instant. No paycheck, no deadlines, nothing that could send me into my spiral of crazy. Just writing when I can snatch a moment or five.

Granted

"Hug and kiss!" Ian demanded as I tucked him into bed. No "please," not even a full sentence. Just a demand. I mentally rolled my eyes as I leaned over and performed what he commanded. The kid sure does take me for granted, I thought.

And then I realized the beauty of that statement. Maybe I'm doing something right.

Not that I want my child to take me or anybody else for granted. I hope to raise a grateful, polite child who is full of kindness and grace for other human beings.

But for the moment, if my little man takes me for granted, it means he counts on me. He knows Mommy will be there, and Mommy will take care of him. He doesn't give it a second thought.

Somehow, despite my many failings and inconsistencies, I've managed to become a constant in his life. By God's grace, I hope I can stay that way for a long time.

We'll keep working on the "please," though.

Maybe I'll turn this into a fashion blog where I post my outfits each day.

Here's me in a t-shirt and yoga pants.

Here's me in a t-shirt and jeans.

Here's me in a t-shirts and yoga pants.

Here's me in a cute skirt and top with bright red lipstick! Oh, please ignore the food stains on my shirt and the smeared eyeliner....

Sigh.