My dream come true

Thanks to a historical posting from Facebook, I was reminded this week of my well-intended-but-left-by-the-wayside blog. Life has indeed been a busy one lately... and any parent of a preschooler would probably agree. ;) Between work and parenting, I'm lucky to have time to keep my house in a reasonable state of cleanliness, let alone find the peace and quiet to write.

But this too shall pass... and I know one of these days I'll be missing the hectic nature of my life as it is now. Those little boy arms will be much bigger, and quite possibly will be off doing his own things instead of hugging on his mommy.

I think that waiting until my late 30s to give birth has given me the time and space to appreciate what I have while I have it, especially since my step-daughters are now all grown up and on their own. I know that I have a limited amount of time with my son and his whole world of cute little boy-ness. I have consciously chosen to let other pursuits fall by the wayside as I experience my son's childhood. And I'm perfectly happy about it.

For as long as I can remember, I always wanted to be a mother. I was lucky enough to get a head start on that when I met my daughters in my mid-20s. They were 3 and 8 and so wonderful. I will always cherish the time I had with them as children, but as a part-time parent, I missed out on a lot with them. And having seen the natural progression from clinging to mom to breaking away and becoming independent, I know that these years that I have now with my son are precious and will never come again.

My time is finite, and I choose to spend it on the things that matter most. When I look back on these times, I will not have any regrets. I can always write later... I can't always snuggle my little boy close. But that's okay, because I'm living my dream... and more than likely, I will write about it later as I lovingly sort through these memories we're making together now.