life through new eyes

When I was a young girl, I wasn’t the kind of kid that dreamed of having kids. It’s not that I didn’t see myself as a mom- I just felt like it would happen 𝘴𝘰𝘮𝘦𝘥𝘢𝘺. ⁣

⁣Well, that someday came way before I thought I was ready to be a mother. I always loved⁣ kids. I had taught piano for years and taught music in school. But they weren’t in the immediate plan. So, it sort of took me by surprise. (And by that I mean, I couldn’t talk for a week...I was so scared.) ⁣

But, I loved it. And I truly believe “everything happens for a reason.” When my boys were little, I threw myself into being a mom. They were my little men. ⁣

Now, that might seem like a good thing- but now that they are older, it seems like one of the most difficult things to let go of. ⁣

Don’t get me wrong- of course, I’m still a mom- but, obviously, they don’t need me as much. They are older and living their own life. As they should. ⁣

For me, one of the things I miss the most is that I’m not there to witness things through new eyes...through their eyes. ⁣

Some of my fondest memories came from the joy they had when they experienced things for the first time. From the moments that were really big- like the first time that they got to go to school to the little mundane everyday type of thing like- “hey, there’s an airplane!” (There were times when I was alone and I’d find myself pointing and saying— “look, an air.....plane!”)⁣

I’m pretty sure I got as excited as they did. ⁣

This photo was from a few years ago when we took them to Sedona and I got to see them experience the beauty of the red rocks. ⁣

The magnificent, meditative-almost seductive feeling when hiking and experiencing those mountains for the first time...it was truly magical. ⁣

They make fun of me, telling me that I take too many photos. ⁣

But photos remind me. And photos remind me what it is like to experience life. ⁣

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Life through new eyes. ⁣

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