How’s life been treating you?
I’m guessing your answer to that question is probably influenced by your age, whom you depend on and who depends on you, the person you see staring back at you in the mirror, the struggles you’ve endured, the triumphs you’ve enjoyed, and how you personally define happiness.
Whenever asked, my go-to answer is normally “good!” without a second thought. But, depending on different life circumstances, what actually swirls around in my brain is more like this…
I can’t believe I’m leaving home to go live somewhere else for college.*
I kinda like Ryan Woodard. Like…a lot.
Saying goodbye to my teammates after all these years, and all we’ve been through together, is the worst.
I’m going to marry him. Are we technically grownups? This is crazy.
Finally graduating school…look out real world…I’m coming for you.
These can’t actually be the ONLY houses in our price range. Are these even up to code? Will we ever find a home?
What do you mean there are no paid breaks between New Year’s and Memorial Day? That can’t be right.
It’s surreal this will be our last dinner together as just the two of us before bringing a mini version of ourselves into this world.
I have to plan my social life and sleeping schedule in three hour increments because this kid is so hungry.
I kinda want to punch Ryan every time I wake up and see him next to me sleeping ‘like a baby’. Where did that stupid phrase come from? Our baby doesn’t sleep.
Returning to work sounded good on paper. But, man, it’s hard functioning with my head in one place and my heart in another.
I can’t believe our little boy will soon have a baby brother. I can’t wait!
What on earth were we thinking?
Trying to keep up with daily demands and hold it all together.
I’m not exercising as much as I used to, but at least I’m doing something one or two nights a week.
It’s not exactly the career path I’d envisioned, but it’s stable.
How on earth do people keep their homes ‘Open House’ clean all the time?
Why isn’t there a punch card for ER visits that every mom of boys automatically receives before leaving the hospital?
One last look before we close the door for the final time on our first home. I remember the day we moved into this place and our first night sleeping in the basement on nothing but a mattress. Such a great memory.
I guess we’ll be living in an apartment while we wait for the new home to be finished. With two small children. And two dogs.
Finally found our forever home, or at least where we’ll be until our kids leave us behind.
This is a longer commute than I’m used to.
MaternalMedia is officially launched! Online therapy. Less pressure than actually writing a book. I wonder if anyone actually relates to what I ramble about?
A trifecta of kids? WHY NOT?! Flat stomachs are overrated.
The rumor is indeed true: Girls are a different breed. She has strong opinions about what she’s doing and wearing and eating and planning. As a preschooler, she looked me over from head-to-toe and asked me if today was “mismatch day” at my work. It was not.
I will do this damn triathlon if it kills me. There’s still an athlete buried in here somewhere!
I am guaranteed uninterrupted ME time if I stick with running.
Ryan is a supportive husband, a fun dad, and a caring coach. I think I’ll keep him.
My plan is to win over a dynamic duo of radio DJs and then keep showing up in their studio until they beg me to leave.
OHMEYEGAWD ALL OF THE KIDS NEED SOMETHING 24/7.
Goodbye friends. Goodbye sanity. Goodbye running. Goodnight Moon.
I’m tired of working on auto-pilot. Eject! Eject!
New job. New challenges. New team. Onward.
Dark room, blankets, foo foo drink, Netflix. These are a few of my favorite things.
I never fully appreciated my mom and dad while growing up.
I’ve got the best parents and in-laws in the world. I would be lost without them.
How blessed am I to have colleagues like these doing the work that I do? Hoping for the best as my future lies in someone else’s hands.
I have to stand on my tip toes to see into the eyes of a boy who once weighed 8 lbs, 14 oz, and whose entire body was 22.5 inches long.
We are soon going to have three different kids in three separate schools.
My dog won’t live forever. But I will love my dog forever.
* I have retained very few memories prior to 1995.
So that pretty much summed up the last 20 years with one caveat: I left out some of the bigger experiences that have helped me gain perspective and cherish each new day for the blessing that it is.
Losing my grandparents, rocking my children back to sleep in the middle of the night, getting to know the woman whose son gave my mom a second chance at life, skiing down a mountain side with my dad, traveling to tropical get-aways with my husband, saying goodbye to one of our dogs, appreciating just how far friends are willing to go to support me and my dreams, embracing the chance to serve as a witness when my sister marries her longtime girlfriend, staring in awe as my children morph into free-thinking, uniquely incredible people…hard to adequately articulate what these moments mean to me.
I do know that, in my 39th year of life, as my dear friend Ashli so eloquently puts it:
At least I get to spend the rest of my life knowing how great life is.
Video forewarning: Ashli’s favorite thing about life is connecting with people and once you hear her words and see her smile, you will forever be changed for the better. Take time to watch this beautiful video that was originally posted on the Her View from Home Facebook page and is sponsored by Team Concepts.
The next time someone asks How life’s been treating you?, be honest. If not with them, at least with yourself.
Take the time to genuinely thank those who have made your life great. Say goodbye to people or things who don’t.
Thank you for coming along on this journey that I originally thought was just a blog…but turns out it’s been so much more for me.
Written by Heidi Woodard