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Late Bloomer
by
Katherine Lynn Charland
Maybe, I was always a late bloomer. I don't know why it has taken me so long to
get to the place where I've decided to boldly live instead of merely exist.
Maybe somewhere between the sleep deprivation of early motherhood, and the cares
of life that can so easily entangle us, I lost part of myself. Not entirely,
just buried it beneath other obligations. It has been there suffocating just
waiting to come out. The funny thing is it is that part of me that I think makes
me a better person, wife, mother, daughter, sister, and friend. For example do I
really want my kids to only remember me as the one who cooked for them and
chauffeured them around? I want them to know me and my passions, my gifts and
even my fears.
Today I was in the middle of picking up the house and I stopped and cranked up
the music and started dancing around. Well I happened to have an empty trash bag
in my hand, which became an impromptu flag. I'm sure it was a sight. However, as
my children came in and started dancing with me. I couldn't help but think if
the kids could only remember one thing about me for this whole year, I wouldn't
mind if it was this moment.
I want to dance every day, and laugh a little louder and sing my own songs,
while I have breath. I want to climb more mountains and swim across lakes and
teach my kids the value of those accomplishments. I want to celebrate the
sunsets and the everyday events that make this day unique never to come again. I
want to passionately live the life God gave me and passionately love the family
and friends he entrusted to me.
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