Last weekend, Ryan and I were on a break.
Not a Ross-and-Rachel kind of break. An “it’s just you and me and 48 hours of time to do whatever we want to do” break. We farmed out our fabulous four to our fabulous families and headed down to New Orleans for some much-anticipated and seriously-needed time to ourselves.
We always planned to wait to have a family until we were finished with school (one or both of us were in school of some kind from the time we got married in 2002 until 2010 when Ryan graduated from law school). We also calculated that it might be prudent to wait to start a family until we had “real” jobs, so we could afford to buy things like formula, strollers and diapers. What we did not plan was having four kids in the space of two years and nine months: Izzi came in February, 2011, Riley and Reagan in January of 2012 and Paris in November, 2013. I would not trade anything for this life we have now, but every once in a while, it’s nice to take a break.
Last weekend, when my mom dropped me off to meet Ryan after work, it was almost unnerving to think we could do whatever we wanted to do. We slept straight through the night – two nights in a row. We ate at restaurants. We walked along the streets of a busy city without constantly counting heads (well, I’ll admit I panicked a couple of times when I started to count heads and there were no little towheads or pigtails to be found). We shopped–and not at WalMart. We laughed. We talked about where we want our lives to go rather than where we want our kids to go potty.
We really enjoyed getting to spend time alone with one another, but I can’t tell you how ready we were to get back to those babies by the time we pulled back into our driveway. When my angels ran toward me with huge grins and leapt up into my arms, I was once again reminded that I’m in the right place at the right time in my life.
Wherever your place is, bloom where you’re planted. My mama always told me that if I’d seek God’s will for today, at the end of my life, I would find that I’d followed the path He wanted me to follow. I never thought I’d be a stay-at-home mom, but I’m thankful that I’m able to do that right now, because I know this is where I’m supposed to be. I’ve been a working mama, too, so I’m aware of the pros and cons of both decisions, and I know we’re all doing the best we can to raise our little world changers.
Having a couple days away from our controlled chaos helped me regain perspective of my purpose. It wasn’t my plan to have four kids, and it certainly wasn’t in my plan to have them all so close together, but apparently that was God’s plan, and I wouldn’t have it any other way.