Dream

You know, there are a lot of things said about "Motherhood".  Heaven knows I've said it all.  How hard it is, how tiring it is, how the work never ends.  But maybe one thing that isn't said (or felt) enough, is just how fun it is.  But I have been feeling it lately.  Boy have I.

For a few weeks I was in a real "funk".  For whatever reason I was just feeling like the world was conspiring against me.  Our car broke down, then our washing machine flooded our laundry room, our brand new lap-top (still in the box) was stolen from our car before we even got it home from Best Buy, the car that was broken into had to be repaired, and the week ended with the monthly reminder that I am still not pregnant.  Nope, just chubby.  Most of all, I just felt like an isolated stay at home mom without a life, or any dreams to speak of.

Matt, being the kind man that he is, helped me get out of my funk.  Helped me remember just how blessed I am as a woman, and how collectively blessed we are as a family.  I swear he has a sixth sense.  A "my wife is starting to spiral into a black hole of self-pity" sense.  That's when he swoops in and saves the day, so to speak.  Thank goodness.

So, you could say that I started the weekend with fresh eyes.  And that is when the fun began.  We laughed and played with Aubrey.  We watched (really watched) her, and marveled at all that she does and understands.  We visited Ikea for meatballs and chocolate cake.  We had dear friends over for dinner, we visited family, we kept Aubrey up SO late because she was just so happy and "Who cares about bedtime!"

And so the week has carried on with fun.  Fun in the little things.  Like sidewalk chalk, and library books, and playing ring around the rosie.  Fun like doing a blanket toss every night after dinner, or watching Aubrey feed herself applesauce, or giggle at something silly Daddy does.

And, more than once the spirit has born witness to me that my dreams are coming true.  Maybe not the fancy dreams I dream for myself when it's been a long day and I can't go to sleep.  But the real dream.  That dream deep down in my soul...the substance.  This sacred little home, and this precious little family.  The slobbery kisses, the dinner time giggles, and the loving embrace of my soul mate.  That dream is appointed.

And it's coming true.