Reminiscing Through Rose-Colored (Wine) Glasses
As the eight of us sat there, shushing our kids, breaking up brawls, cleaning up spills, and pretty much regretting leaving our house we noticed an even larger party being sat.
The six adults were seated at a table next to us. Their teenage offspring were seated at a separate table a few tables over.
Aunt Yoy and I immediately allowed ourselves to dream of a time when we can have a meal out in public and not look like we are herding chickens.
But we noticed the women at the neighboring table smiling at all of our babies.
I'M GETTING WEEPY JUST WATCHING YOUR KIDS. OURS JUST GRADUATED.
I could see the emotion in our table neighbor's eyes. Hell, I was getting weepy watching my kids, too. But for other reasons.
WE WERE JUST COMMENTING HOW NICE IT WOULD BE TO HAVE A QUIET MEAL.
We chatted about our kids briefly and the mom left us with some words of wisdom.
IT REALLY GOES BY SO FAST. CHERISH THESE MOMENTS.
And I agree with this woman. It goes by so fast.
And it's not that I hate my kids and never want to be around them. I am crazy in love with my kids, I just wish sometimes they acted like humans and not farm animals and/or aliens. But I guess that comes with age.
Enough time had passed that this mom clearly forgot about the moments where you scream into your pillow out of frustration and lock yourself in the bathroom for a good cry.
Fortunately for me, I have documented all such occasions and will parade them out whenever I need to guilt my adult sons into doing me a favor.
So, I'm rambling a tad, but my point is this.
THE GRASS IS ALWAYS GREENER...