I’m pretty sure that’s some kind of «Joe Dirt» quote, «keep on, keeping on.» For a ridiculously cheeseball movie, it actually had some pretty awesome take-aways. I mean, «life’s a garden, dig it,» that’s pure gold right there.
I haven’t been exceptionally busy or racing around, it’s really just been a culmination of everyday nuances keeping me lately.
I feel like once you become a parent, that’s basically the story of your life. You feel so busy all the time, but most days you can hardly recall what was actually so foreboding that had you running around.
Now that Pearyn is four years old and entering her Pre-Kdom, she’s becoming much more of a busy body. Over the course of the last few seasons, she’s jumped from ice skating lessons, to dance, to swimming (her absolute favorite) to now, T-ball (my absolute favorite).
Now, I could be wrong here, but her current athletic prowess when it comes to basically anything with a ball indicates she may never, ever play this sport again. So this may be my only year to coach my little girl in the sport I hold dear, so I’m soaking up every minute of it. And she’s … she’s soaking up every minute of being outside with her best bud Joey, finding airplanes, sitting in the grass and hitting the tee more than the ball.
In addition to coaching our daughter and working seven jobs to feed our 17-month-old with the bottomless pit, we’ve spent the last few spare moments outside, tending to the flowerbeds, re-landscaping and with our friends while the men put together an over-the-top swingset for our kiddies to play on and the women chased said kiddies around.
It’s finally together and boy, is it a doozy. Even the adults have had fun on this bad boy!
Although, I will admit this. Before we ordered this monstrosity I daydreamed about how nice it would be to have a playset in our backyard so we could just open our door and boom, there we were, at the «playground.» While this is incredibly true and convenient, it’s also brought something else closer to home — fear. And stress. And anxiety. And my overactive imagination.
Playgrounds make me incredibly nervous. I envision my children tumbling head forward off the regular slide, or getting their leg caught in the tube slide and breaking it, flying of the swings and breaking an arm, the opportunities to cause bodily harm on a playset are endless.
And now, instead of walking a few blocks or having to drive to a park, we’ve put that playset in our very own backyard. Now, I simply open my backdoor and have a panic attack. We built a heart attack in our backyard.
Oh well, at least I’ll be at home if an emergency arises, that’s a silver lining, right?
Because we own our very own home with a super fun backyard, I find myself spending more and more time outdoors. Some days on my lunch break I’ll take a book outside and sit. On the weekends, my husband and I drink coffee on the patio while the kids run around and talk about what else we want to do with this crazy jungle yard of ours.
While things haven’t really changed all that much, I’m starting to feel a happy peace with where we are in life. We’ve come a long way and during that, we’ve lost some friends, gained some and had a lot of scuffles.
But somehow, I wake up in the morning and have a new appreciation in all these little things we have going on. We’re at the point where we’ve separated from a lot of the toxic things in our lives, things which bring us more heartache than hope, things which bring out the worst in us instead of the best, and now, what we’re left with is amazing.
There’s something utterly amazing in the ordinary.
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