I thought having three boys would be like buying the same color every time you purchase a shirt. I’m glad I was wrong about that.
I thought there might only be one good thought inside of me – one creative thing that would be the one positive thing I ever contributed to life. I’m pretty sure I was wrong about that, and I’m glad.
I thought having kids would be like babysitting your favorite kids all day and every night – but at least they’d be your favorite. I thought when my love spread out from one kid to two, that it would get thinner. But it didn’t.
I thought I would never want to go anywhere. I thought if I didn’t know exactly who I wanted to be at some point in high school, then I probably wasn’t meant to be anything special at all. I didn’t know you grow and change forever and get new dreams every day.
I thought at some point it would get old to remind myself that I MARRIED MICHAEL BOHON, but it so hasn’t.
I thought I would never recover from today’s fiasco with Parents as Teachers and a very obstinate Jake. I thought it was a wake-up call to my terrible parenting skills. I thought my friends and my family would nod in sympathy and COMPLETELY AGREE. I’m glad I was wrong about that.
For that matter, in all kinds of yucky seasons of life, extremely traumatic moments, intense illness, deep grief – I was pretty sure it would never really get better. Even though I probably would survive, I would never feel totally free and happy ever again, not in the same way.
I’m so glad I was wrong about that.
And now, it’s your turn…