Girls Just Want to Have Fun!

One day, a couple months ago, I found my son's Lego character in my bag.  I spent the entire day posing him around the building, taking fun photos.  I didn't tell him about it, he just found them in my phone a couple of days later.  He was shocked, confused, and excited all at the same time.

I do this kind of stuff all of the time.  It is fun.  It makes me smile, and I know that it will make him smile too.  One night, I was watching television and everyone was in bed.  I set up his little kitchen for desert.  He woke up the next morning just confused.

I always thought I had a good life, I was married, had a house, the checking account had money it.  We had friends, through parties, and went out.  When I got pregnant unexpectedly, it was game changer.  It broke me mentally, but in a way it gave me a chance for rebirth myself.  I learned to have fun again.  Real fun, not the kind that wears off when the alarm goes off in the morning, but the kind that just lingers forever.  I learned to have fun like a child again.  Even though I was a socialite in a sense, it really didn't mean anything, it was just filling a void.

Now everyone loves their family, but for the first time ever, I felt this unconditional love and joy for myself and this little extension of me.  He is now six, and time does fly.  Even though the last six years, I have really struggled with my mental instability, it is this child, that loves me to the moon and back, that has really showed me what life is about.  He is my heartbeat, my reason for everything.  He gives me strength.  He has taught me that life is too short.  Say to hell with the dusting, and go to the park!  Take the dog for a longer walk; soak in the tub instead of that quick shower.  Enjoy the little moments.  After all, in the end, that is all that is left, a bunch of little moments.