Once I had a life.
One where I had never even heard of the words Graco or Evenflo.
I felt every bit of pain to my core, every bit of bliss to my toes. I was free. I was irresponsible.
I was alive.
I remember nights at the age of 22 when my friends and I looked at each other and exclaimed, “it’s four in the morning! How did that happen?!?!”
Did we go home? Hell no. Why go home when you can have steak and eggs? Eating at 4am qualified as breakfast then.
We’d walk out of the IHOP as the black night yielded to the blazing sun, painting the sky pastel.
Back in these carefree times there was a boy named Jeremy. He broke my heart. And I let him.
I smile when I think of these days.
Now there is an ocean of life between me and that foolish girl.
There isn’t much to miss about her – she doesn’t fit me anymore.
Last night, sitting on the porch at magic hour, I watched my baby play in the garden.
My focus has shifted from me to family. My deep insecurities pale in comparison to the fierce love we share.
When I am with these beings we created; when I hear them laugh, when I watch them sleep, when I sing them songs, I am released from the fear that I am not enough.
Once I had a life. Now I have so much more.
This post was written in response to a prompt that asked: What music album would be used for a movie about your life? I chose Ten by Pearl Jam.
What album would you choose?