One recent foray into the high seas of life with kids and the swells of chaos that come with the territory left Jim and I feeling like we were steering the Titanic or the modern day equivalent, the Costa Concordia. I certainly couldn’t have navigated this beast of a ship on my own.
“Moms, you are the backbone of society; you are still very much overworked and underpaid!” I hope you feel appreciated, although having been there I know the kudos often takes more time than we expect.
How soon we forget what it takes to raise a family. From my lofty vantage point as a grandparent, one I relish despite what the younger generation may believe about life after sixty, the passage of time has added a soft patina to the harsh realities of a once relentless, demanding calendar of responsibilities and pressures that came with raising a family.
Jim and I were back in Denver again, only this time the mountains were a distant memory when we waded into the waters of mommydom (well, I was back on familiar ground; Jimmy was fortunately there to man the life boat).
I’ve seen all the laundry, all the dirty dishes, bathrooms, bedrooms and floors that come with running a household. Those destinations didn’t offer anything terribly new or challenging.