See, I’ve arrived at a conclusion that has taken me years to
absorb and accept. In this season of
life, I’ve realized that my expectations are many times not my reality, and
that’s OK. It’s not that I’ve given up
or shut myself down. It’s not that I don’t
still dream or indulge sometimes. It’s
simply that in this season of life my expectations sometimes have to die so
that I can ENJOY my reality.
I’m not saying that my expectations are bad. In fact, I don’t think hope and expectation
are very far apart and without hope I think my heart would die. I have just come to realize, that in my
season of motherhood, my expectations are unrealistic, and those unmet, unrealistic
expectations were stealing my joy. I don’t
want to live that way.
My house is not going to look like a magazine. My last minute, on a whim adventures aren’t
going to fly with a 4-year-old who hates transition. My body is not going be bikini ready for the
summer (or maybe ever). So I’m letting
go of many of my unrealistic expectations and taking life as it comes – raw and
outside my pretty, gift wrapped box.
Someday maybe life will shift and I’ll indulge in more of my
crazy expectations. Someday maybe I’ll
shift and more of my crazy expectations will fade away. Personally I think I’m hoping for the
latter. Either way, this is a very short
season in light of eternity and I want to enjoy it.
So, if you stop in at my house on a whim and you have to
wade through remnants of my kids latest creative project just to get in the
door, please know I’m working on enjoying life.
It’s going to be a process, but I’ll get there. It just may be my craziest adventure
yet.
