The Best Of Times

Today, as I was folding yet another basket of clothing I had a most brilliant revelation.  How many 50something year old"s have the privilege to care for 3 young people and to be able to watch them grow.  Not a day goes by without a hug or a round house kick (a thing son #2 and I share) "It's complicated". I can't let the Alzheimer creeper into my life I've got much to much going on. I need to know a little math, a little Science, a little literature. I must have the mind to shop and cook for 5 different appetites. Yesterday was another story. I was having a little pity party. You know the kind without the balloons or chips and pop. Even with internal help I'm still not able to get into Tim Horton"s. You'd almost think that someone was trying to close the doors on this venture. Sometimes I feel like I've been left out of the loop. Lost somewhere in an unknown galaxy. It's been mommy daycare for 30 some years give or take a few. I've been thinking of going to the department of Family Affairs and giving them my invoice. Then again, being a mom is the most rewarding job on the planet.  In the end will I remember each and every meal I cooked? I don't think so. Yet, those meals helped my kids to grow healthy and strong.( Joe Louis' excluded. ) Will they remember every smile and encouraging word spoken? Doubt it. Yet, the love will carry on to a new generation. I'm really grateful to have been entrusted with this task. I know there have been trying times and I've failed over and over again. My hubby bless his heart has been helping #1 son with his new home. He's also been driving #2 son back on forth from exams and encouraging him along the way. In between he's fixing computers and walking the dog. One day, my kids will be gone. Our home and car will be paid for. We'll be able to go out to restaurants and maybe see the East Coast. My house will be spotless and I'll have new towels. Sounds great right ? NOT... Sounds sad and lonely to me. If I can stand back for just a moment I would have to stay that this is indeed the Best of Times. "Ohana" means family in Hawaii. A house is just a house until you have a family inside of it then it's a home. Well, I must go and clean, this time I will be singing a happy tune. Happy Trails to all of you and enjoy your day to the fullest. :)