I’m getting ready to head out into the madness that is holiday traffic. The day before Christmas Eve, I am going to attempt the feat of grocery shopping. It will test my patience, and drive me to the brink of sanity. Fortunately, I’ve arranged a sitter, so I’m taking only one kid, not three. While I attempt this amazing feat of braving the holiday crowds, the child I take (it doesn’t matter which one), will compound the challenge of successfully completing this act by throwing a temper tantrum in the middle of the grocery store. He/she will sing an off-key song at the top of their lungs, scream while I try to race past the chocolate, and successfully open a bag of hot dogs/cheese sticks/chocolate with his/her teeth. We will pass some Louis Vuitton-clad darling, with hair perfectly coiffed, fur vest ever-so-glamourously positioned over skinny jeans/boots, and I will smile at her while my kid eats the grocery list.
She may think she has it all together. I used to think I did, too. I’d get the outfit and hair just right, and set out on the town to run errands–or even better yet, my favorite–I’d hit the airport. And I totally felt like a jet-setter. Let me tell you friends, a million dollars could not tempt me onto a plane with three children now. There is nothing jet-setter about traveling with three kids under the age of four. There is no possible way I could make that look glamorous. (Well, I suppose if we did it in a private jet, that would help–and if you’ve got one you want to loan us, just lemme know.)
But friends, what Miss LV-clad doesn’t know is that my life is good. This is the good life. This is the best life. Kids screaming, “MY MILK!” “HE’S IN MY CHAIR!” “NO BABY NO BABY NO BABY NO!”–this is awesome. The peanut butter in my hair and on my sofa, it’s good. Me being too tired to fix my kids dinner, it’s ok. They can survive on apples and cheese sticks–it’s even gluten-free! The disaster that is the family room, can be cleaned up. After a cup of coffee. And that fourth cup of coffee, it’s ok too. It’s all survival mode. Every minute. And as exhausting as it is, I’m so thankful that I sleep well, and that they sleep well, and that they’ll grow up.
The crazy thing is, my biggest fear right now is that when they grow up, I’ll miss the whining, and the chocolate in everything, and the disaster of a house. But I can’t buy into that fear, and I can’t live that fear. I can only enjoy the moment while it fleetingly exists.
Everything has a season. This Season, savor your season, wherever it is. Whether you’re the LV-girl, so carefully composed, or the crazed mom on the aisle over, take a moment to really enjoy wherever it is that you are. THIS moment, the one you’re in right now, is the best moment EVER.