I love Kathy’s
blog. Touching in on the sweet, genuine
space she has created feels like coming home.
I can relax, breathe, and laugh a little while knowing someone else
truly gets it. As much as the blogging world can sometimes
be overwhelming, I’m grateful to it for allowing me to connect with great
people like Kathy.
Do you ever wish real
life could be a little more this way? A
little bit easier to find someone really cool and just hang out with them? Don’t get me wrong, I have wonderful friends
to count on and love, but it can be tricky to click with people in the circles
of our daily lives. Sometimes this is
irritating, sometimes it downright conjures up those precious days of high-schooly
angst. Nightmare flashbacks over trying
to "just be yourself" while struggling to "fit in", anyone?
Ugh. You’d think we might be past
all the cool crowd jazz when we hit Mom years, but somehow it still works
itself in…
I think fitting into the
crafty moms crowd would be easier if could spout 1,000 ideas for original
homemade Valentines that automatically spray my child’s name in the air with
glitter when opened. I'm also pretty
sure I would own Pinterest if I could do this, not to mention catching the
elusive Martha Stewart's eye. Future guest spot on her show? Stay
tuned.
Finding my place at
church might be smoother if people didn't wince in pain whenever I opened my
mouth to sing. I think I can safely rule
out a spot on the worship team. Forget small talk with those sitting next
to me—it’s best to keep a 10 foot radius.
Trust me on this one.
I think I could really
get into all of the neighborhood parties with the fun ladies who live nearby
and whoop the night away--if my night didn't end by 8:30pm, 9 if things get
really crazy around here. I have to be missing something here with how
parents of young kids actually manage to sleep?
My coworkers and I could
get along great, but as a SAHM, I'm solid workforce of 1. And sure, I
like myself, but can this crazy lady stop ranting about her blog and move on to
something else?
So I search and seek,
and sometimes very petulantly whine to my husband, "I don't belong
anywhere." To which he just said, "Here. You belong here, with us. We're
your home. We're your family."
And I was promptly left speechless. Hot dang, the man was right.
My home is with my
family. This is where I belong. And the thing is, they take me just
as I am. My kids think I’m awesome, just because I’m Mommy. No other criteria required. In their eyes, I’m a rockstar. By the grace of God, my husband loves me
regardless of what comes our way.
Despite all the times I’ve goofed up or been less than a charming breath
of fresh air, he always welcomes me with open arms.
When life feels lonely
or I feel like I don’t fit, I just need to come home. Literally and
figuratively, this is where I “fit in”.
Here, I’m definitely in with the cool crowd. My
cool crowd.
Now, as long as I can
put someone else in charge of the Valentines and giving voice lessons, I think
we're good to go.
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