Subtitled: Why I Don't Want to be a "Rockstar" : ) 

My table yesterday morning this time, complete with my perfectly imperfect creamer and the handle a child glued back on after a mishap. This morning I am packing the van and will be out on adventure with three of the kids this weekend.  Right after a quick break to visit with one of my oldest, dearest friends about where we find ourselves as we approach mid-century.  (art and design eras sound so much nicer than people eras lol) 

She was soaking up old thirtysomething episodes and I found this  and in it an unexpected reflection that so sums up exactly what is always in my heart.  The ever present "but."  As he says, we longer are a mom, a dad, a husband.  Instead now we have characters who say, "I am a dad BUT I (make drugs or do this or… just listen to the interview ; ))"  There is an extra, a twist, an edge to everything.  I do think this seeps into our homes and our thinking subtly, even as moms.  There is that tempation to have an extra somethin' somethin'.  

What if the day job is full enough, rich enough, and deserving of all our attention?  Capable of stimulating our hearts and our minds and blessing our neighbors, the ones right there at our tables and down our streets? 

So on that note I am off with my little besties.  Wherever you are today, if you have poured milk on the cereal, if you have folded some laundry, answered a question sweetly, watered the flowers that brighten your corner of the world, placed a bandaid just so – it is enough. 

It is everything.