It is 8:04 and I am sitting down to eat breakfast. No one else has gotten out of bed yet. I have already completed these tasks:
-made baked beans.
-a load of laundry.
-washed some windows.
Why do I do this to myself? Well, because these are the hours I have and this is the day God has made and this is life. And I’m going to make sure it’s epic.
I don’t always do it without complaint or the occasional breakdown. Like, when life’s responsibilities from home and work catch up with me and I try to bake Alexander’s birthday cake at 10:00 pm and accidentally destroy it and my mom comes to save me the next day. Thanks, Mom.
I am also doing this because today is Alexander’s birthday party and there are many things-to-do. And do them we shall. My little buddy turned 3 last Sunday. I’m sure every parent celebrates their child’s day with pride and excitement, but this day is extra special to me.
It means I “made it” another year. There was a time I didn’t know if I would ever hear Alexander call me “Mommy”. But I have, many, many times. Toooooo many to count (are you with me, mommies of young kids??). And that in itself is pretty epic.
And, so, I won’t change a thing. I will keep doing “all the things” and I will get exhausted and overwhelmed and I will cry and I might get frustrated and grumpy and I’ll probably sleep less than everyone else in my house. But the “doing” keeps me “going”. And the “going” is what makes life epic.
Happy birthday, my sweet Alexander. You are silly and smart. You like minions and monster trucks. You have recently begun to fight me with everything I need to have you do. You just started sleeping in a “big boy bed”. You say things like “I love loo” that erase all the frustrations of the world. I love loo, too. May your day be as epic as you are.