Skip to main content

Enjoy the little things...






The music filled my head as I drove my car along the winding river road on that dark and snowy night.  I had just left my grandpa's wake and was headed home... alone.....  My husband had the stomach flu, we had moved into our new house the day before my grandpa passed, and I was 5 1/2 months pregnant.  The baby boy inside me kicked along with the song, as I cried and listened to the words.

Mama told me when I was young
Come sit beside me, my only son
And listen closely to what I say.
And if you do this
It will help you some sunny day.
Take your time... Don't live too fast,
Troubles will come and they will pass.
Go find a woman and you'll find love,
And don't forget son,
There is someone up above.

I've always found comfort in songs... the words of the artists resonating with me through even my darkest times. Lynyrd Skynyrd's Simple Man is one of those songs that just happens to play on the radio at the precise moment that I need a reminder that I need to slow down, to recharge, to relax.

Forget your lust for the rich man's gold
All that you need is in your soul,
And you can do this if you try.
All that I want for you my son,
Is to be satisfied.

Yesterday, I was asked if I was going to apply for a management position at work. I knew the answer was no, but my boss pressed on. While I did consider the job, I felt that personally this was not the best time for that kind of career move for me.  I did not elaborate. She immediately started in on how I must "Lean In" (a Sheryl Sandberg TED talk) and not let my family life get in the way of my leadership ability. What she didn't (or couldn't) grasp is that while the pay raise would be nice, the responsibility that comes with this particular new role wasn't something that I was interested in at this point in life. People have remarked for years (one even did so yesterday) that they don't know how I do it - full time job, three kids (a set of twins no less!), etc etc.  It's hard not to feel like super mom when I get those comments.  However, what they seem to not understand is that now my life is busier than ever! The kids are in school, which means nights are filled with dinner, homework, reading, soccer practice, book club.... and that's just 1st and 3rd grades!  I've got meetings for twin club and PTO (I sit on the board for both), my pants are too tight because there is no time to run, there are crumbs under the kitchen table because I haven't swept in three days, and no one has any clean socks. At work, I already hop from meeting to meeting, deal with students and staff, as well as coordinate graduation and the commencement ceremony (not to mention all the "other duties as assigned").  Do I really want more?

Today I drove to work on a bright and sunny fall day, watching the sun shine brightly on the leaves in all their color-changing glory,  and my go-to life song played on:

Boy, don't you worry.
You'll find yourself.
Follow your heart,
And nothing else.
You can do this,
If you try.
All that I want for you my son,
Is to be satisfied. 

And that is it. I am satisfied.  My life is overfilling with, well everything at the moment. I don't need to add more. I can be who I am, and I am happy with it. And while I fully support the working mother who strives for more, who wants to be president, I know that's not the life for me. Sometimes I don't have to do it all. I am so completely content with my life, floor crumbs and all.

And be a simple kind of man.
Be something you love and understand.
Baby, be a simple kind of man. 

Comments

Popular posts from this blog

The Tree of Life

My name is Sarah, and it's been 11 months since my last post. I've thought about it, but life is constantly getting in the way. I even made a goal this year to write more, but it really hasn't happened yet.  Until today. I went on Facebook this morning to check if there were any updates about the accident I saw on the way to work. Instead, I saw an obituary for a woman I've never met. But I know who she is. She received a kidney transplant a few months before I received mine. And according to her FB page, she had a difficult time leading up to transplant, a tough recovery, lots of additional illnesses and setbacks, and long hospital stays. I, on the other hand, never had dialysis, was on the transplant list for an unbelievable 5 months (the wait list is normally 5 YEARS), had a 3-day hospital stay, and other than not tolerating pain medication (so I could only take Tylenol which did nothing for the pain), I've been on my merry, healthy way for over 3 years.

Book Review: Sweet Tea and Spirits

Book: Sweet Tea and Spirits Author: Angie Fox Verity Long and her ghostly sidekick, Frankie, are on track for another adventure! The book starts out with Verity receiving a mysterious call from the Sugarland Historical Society, stating there was a murder. But how can there be a murder when no body is found? She enlists Frankie's help to investigate, which leads to a humorous and engaging story! The book is well-written, like the others in this series.  I enjoy reading cozy-mysteries, especially those that focus on the paranormal.  The author does a great job of creating funny characters with depth.  I definitely recommend this series, and do feel that the reader should start at book one. *I received an advanced copy of this book in exchange for an honest review.

Two Years

I wanted to write a moving and inspirational post about celebrating my two-year post-transplant milestone. (I also wanted to post a nice family picture, where everyone was looking at the camera, the twins did not have to be separated because they were hitting each other, the shorter boy on the right was not squeezing his brother's stomach too tightly, and I did not have a glowing bulb of sunlight shining brightly on my lady parts, but well... you know... that's life.) Instead I will share one of my favorite pictures of this day. We had wanted to do an outdoor autumn photo shoot with my family (grandparents included). It was scheduled for the end of September in Chicago. So of course, I bought (matching) long-sleeved shirts for the boys, had a pretty (color-coordinating) sweater picked out for my girl, Keith was going to wear his grey pullover, and I lovingly pulled out my tights and boots for what I thought was going to be a cool and beautiful fall day. It was 88 degrees