It’s not Over till it’s Over
A new baby is the embodiment of possibility. When each of my children was born, during those first few days of life, I spent hours looking into their little faces and wondering what they would become.
They could be anything. Go anywhere. The sky’s the limit.
I’m thirty-seven. People don’t look at me and wonder what I will become. They know. I am a wife. A mother. An artist. A homemaker.
But sometimes, I do. Sometimes, I look at myself in the mirror and wonder what I will become.
Because I’ve got plans.
Age adds some limits to those things we hope to achieve. But here’s what I’ve learned:
The joy is in the striving. The really great ones never rest on their laurels. They keep pushing the limits until the very end.
I plan on scoring some touchdowns in the final quarter.
So. What is it you want to be when you grow up?
Go get it.
Photo credit – Sioban Ridgeway
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Being a new mother, I had no idea what to expect. My husband and I walked in the front door that first time with our little bundle and we looked at each other, dumbstruck. What were we to do with a baby?? Now he’s nine months old and I could not have asked for a better baby. He has changed me. Made me want to be a better person. He has inspired me to let the stress go and enjoy the good in my day.