So the other day, on my way home from work, I had a little mini-cry. I was pulling out of the parking lot and feeling a burst of confidence from driving my super-cute car. (And by super-cute car I mean the MASSIVE Toyota Sequoia that we were fortunate enough to purchase right after the twins were born.) The thoughts in my head went a little like this:
"I feel like a sexy soccer mom!"
"Wait, none of my kids play soccer...."
"I'm a sexy dance-mom!"
And just like that I was remembering about a million and one moments in Utah in our gas-guzzling SUV where I felt the pure and simple joy of being a mom to five amazing children!
Some of the moments I missed the most were ones that I never imagined I could look back on fondly. I remembered the many days and nights of driving to and from piano lessons, music classes, ballet, jazz, and preschool. I remember movies while sitting in the car and trying to nurse twins while sitting in the car. I remember that it took me 20 minutes to get five kids loaded and buckled. And I remember neighbors that would either laugh or come offer assistance when 4'11" Brodie would hop out of the 6 and a half foot Sequoia followed by her 5 little dwarfs.
Mostly I just remembered how hard life seemed and how I honestly believed that I would not survive that year of my life. And here I am, after all we've been through. Not only alive, but happier and stronger than I've ever been. All because of the million and one moments I shouldn't miss...