This is Our Life Now…and I’m Not Sad About It

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Anxiety over the perfect nursery set up and when and how contractions will start,
Anticipation over finally seeing his face and hearing her cry,
This is our life now…and I’m not sad about it.

An overflowing diaper bag and a never-ending exhaustion,
An unexplainable love and the undeniable smell of spit-up,
This is our life now…and I’m not sad about it.

First smiles and first solids,
First words and first steps,
This is our life now…and I’m not sad about it. 

Another one is on the way,
Another one will change everything,
This is our life now…and I’m not sad about it. 

What seems like endless potty training with the promise of no more diaper purchases,
What seems like a constant battle of the wills with the promise of an easier season ahead,
This is our life now…and I’m (in retrospect) not sad about it.

Juggling two, where did my nice, organized routine go?
Juggling three, where did the time go? Weren’t they all just babies yesterday?
This is our life now…and I’m not sad about it. 

Messy floors and scattered toys,
Messy life and scattered mom brain,
This is our life now…and I’m (not always) not sad about it. 

Backpacks and lunch boxes,
Learning how to tie shoes and how to be a good friend,
This is our life now…and I’m not sad about it. 

Early Saturdays at athletic events and everyone in matching shirts,
Early morning peace and quiet when everyone finally sleeps in,
This is our life now…and I’m not sad about it.

The drama of middle school and changes in voice,
The drama of teenagers and changes in body,
This will be our life soon…and I’m terrified about it. 

Prepping for the ACT and completing college applications,
Prepping for graduation pics and packing up memories,
This will be our life soon…and I’m not sure how I’ll feel about it. 

Empty house and clean floors,
Empty nest and the freedom to go and do as I please,
This will be our life soon…and maybe, just maybe, I’ll be sad about it.

Full house and sweet holiday treats,
Full hearts and sweet memories with a new generation, 
This will (God-willing) be our life one day…and I won’t be sad about it at all.

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Christy Swaringen
Raised in North Carolina, Christy loves sweet tea (think watery syrup), lightning bugs and fall leaves. After seven years in South Texas, she now considers herself “from the Valley,” and can’t seem to get enough of mango raspas, afternoons by the pool and, of course, botanas. Her family has ridden the roller coaster that is foster and adoptive parenting for the last five years and they are much the better for it. Christy loves doing life with her husband, Caleb, and their three kids. Nate (8) is a master storyteller, Kamila (5) is a curious fireball and Eli (3) is all about the super heroes.

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