Wished Away

Years ago, when the kids we're young I read a list, compiled by the wonderful Erma Bombeck, reflecting on all the things she might like to re-do, if she had the chance.

One in particular always stuck with me.

"Instead of wishing away nine months of pregnancy, I’d have cherished every moment and realized that the wonderment growing inside me was the only chance in life to assist God in a miracle."

It wasn't the God, or the Miracle part that got to me (to be completely honest, I had no recollection whatsoever about that part), but it was the idea of "wishing" something away.

And boy have I done a ton of that.

I wished those early days of colic would end. They were terrible.

I wished she could sleep through the night, eat solid food, sit up unassisted, crawl, walk....

I wished she would get potty trained more quickly, so we could stop spending so much money on diapers.

I wished she would grow up and get along with her buddies instead of biting them and leaving teeth marks on their arms as a souvenir.

I wished she wouldn't cry and carry on every time I dropped her at preschool.

I wished she would get along nicely with her sisters.

I wished she wouldn't argue with me about tucking in her shirt, or which socks she was going to wear. I wished she would just listen once in a while.

I wished she would grow up more quickly.

And then one day, she was a teenager.

And then I stopped wishing she would grow up more quickly, and started wishing that the growing up would slow down.

I wished she didn't want to have her eyebrows waxed, her hair highlighted, or her belly button pierced.

I wished I didn't have to ask her to "make wise choices" every time I dropped her at a party.

I wished I didn't have to pick her up at midnight. Or one. Or two. Then, I wished that she didn't have a drivers license so I wouldn't have to wait up and worry until she got home.

And, finally, I wished that this moment wouldn't get here so fast.

Tomorrow morning, my Hayley, my oldest, leaves for college. She's ready, more than ready. The car is packed, her courses are picked, and she's said her goodbyes to all of her friends.

And I'm proud of her, excited for her, confident in her ability to find success in all of her endeavors. She's smart and kind and loyal and beautiful. She's sensitive and funny and energetic and determined. She's my pride. My joy.

I have only one problem.

I just wish we didn't have to say goodbye so soon.

Sigh.

Happily Ever After...Twenty Years and Counting

August 29th,1992...I was young. So young, I had no idea. I woke up to crystal clear skies, the first autumnal chill of the season and to the day I would become a Mrs. My concerns for that moment in time were few.  A) not being late to the beauty salon, and B) hoping that the hive that materialized  on my face that morning wasn't a zit.

I was a princess of a bride, decked out in a meringue of tulle and Alencon Lace. My hair meticulously teased and pinned into a loose bun, and my skin uncharacteristically bronzed from a six week stint at Sun Capsule. I was fairytale perfection.

My groom, my Prince Charming, was perfect, too. When he saw me for the first time for pictures prior to the ceremony, he fell to his knees and cried in my arms. He was dashingly handsome, described by my mother's cousin as "a romantic figure of a man". ..which, as silly as it sounds, made me feel like the luckiest girl on earth.

My mother dazzled us all, wearing a white, sparkling, beaded gown, blowing kisses and waving like Miss America as she walked down the aisle.

And my father, robust and handsome in his tuxedo, told me to "milk it" just before we took our first steps. We took the SLOWEST walk imaginable! As he handed me off to my groom, he gave Gregg a pat on the back that nearly knocked him over!

My sister, sporting an Ivana Trump hairdo, put on a brave face and endured a tough day as she watched her little sister take the first walk down the aisle. She stole the show at the reception toasting us, quoting "When You Wish Upon A Star"...telling us, how thrilled she was that we both wished upon the same star...

It was perfect. Even when the judge asked if Gregory Peter would like to take Jori Lil as his lawfully wedded wife...it was fairytale perfect.

Gregg's grandpa, though ill, (and he actually passed away only four days later) was there with us. We had friends fly in from California to be there. Our aunts and uncles, our cousins, our nieces, our friends...all with us to toast our perfectly promising future.

And we lived happily ever after.

It's been twenty years.

Twenty years!

Twenty. Freakin'. Years. How the hell did this HAPPEN?

Today, twenty years later, my cares are far deeper than a stray zit or a missed appointment. Twenty years later, my reality is watching my oldest daughter pack up her life and move 5 hours away from me. For the first time in 14 years, I will not have a child in elementary school, as my baby heads off to middle school. And my middle girl is a high school senior...they are all growing up much faster than I ever expected.

Nothing feels easy anymore. Being young thirty-somethings almost seems like playing house compared to these times. Jobs change. Friends come and go. Our parents and aunts and uncles are aging. WE are aging. Our medical issues are no longer about fertility or migraines, but cholesterol levels and degenerating discs. The house that seemed so empty and big when we moved in, is crammed with stuff we have spent twenty years accumulating. The laundry's never completely done, the bills keep getting worse and the cat box always needs attention. We worry. We agonize. We take small moments for granted. We even take each other for granted, now and then.

Happily ever after isn't always easy.

Guess what, though...IT'S OKAY! I can't help but still adore him. He actually makes my heart skip a beat every night when he comes home from work. He puts up with my baloney, I put up with his.

Is it perfect at this moment? Probably not. This year will go down as one of our most challenging ever. But looking back, it's been pretty great. And looking forward, well...I still believe in fairytales...

Here's to more happily ever afters...

With love and adoration...