As a mom of two boys, it’s not always been easy…errr, it’s not always even resembled easy to be that fun, patient, active, attentive, wise old mom that I’ve always wanted to be. And while I certainly have nailed the ‘old’ part of that, I can’t say that I’ve honestly always put in 100% effort into parenting. Now that my boys are 17 and 10, and getting ready to launch into their Senior and 5th grade years, respectably, I’m starting to feel that little tinge of regret that we likely all either have experienced or we will.
A few weeks ago at dinner, I asked the boys where they wanted to go if we were to try and fit in a tiny little inexpensive vacation before school started. Being my oldest son’s Senior year, I would’ve liked to have been able to afford something huge and memorable – something he could take a billion pictures of and proudly show off his adventures on Instagram until people became so jealous that they stopped following him. But that wasn’t in my budget as a full time student support rep and full time student, so he opted for Asheville.
While we had never gone as a family, Asheville became my home away from home over the course of my last relationship & I haven’t missed a year since I started going in 2014. I was anxious to reunite with the really cool stuff like the drum circle & Woolworth’s Walk, but I had never been during the week and didn’t realize that the drum circle has been replaced with a songwriter series & Woolworth’s Walk decided to close especially early today.
Plans don’t always work out, but if I’ve learned anything in my long and full 41 years, it’s that the best things in life usually happen when plans fall through. We still had a pretty incredible first day. My oldest – a budding musician & songwriter – experienced so much talent on the sidewalks of Ashville, and we all learned how to make bowls sing in one of those hippy-dippy-meditation-friendly boutiques. Tomorrow is already all planned out with hiking to waterfalls, bbq, and (of course) s’mores.
I have my kiddos and my Hayley dog under one roof, two hours away from home. I have the windows open & am listening to the ever-so-soothing sounds of tree frogs, crickets, and waterfalls even as I type this. We have a nice big fenced in yard surrounded by bamboo, a hot tub, a garden tub, and the comfiest couch and beds on the planet. I couldn’t be more grateful and I couldn’t feel more blessed than I do in this moment.
I guess the best things come not to those who wait, and not to those who whine, but to those of us who are imperfect, severely flawed and painfully mediocre humans who are endlessly and habitually grateful for Grace.