I believe, based on living, learning and watching for 35 years, that the reason our divorce rate is what it is, is not because marriage is hard or because relationships are tough, but because humans are impatient... Most of us want love... to share love... to fell love... to have a best friend and lover of our own... to have someone share our heart and keep it safe... to be a part of that magic and beauty... But, instead of waiting on that magic and beauty to happen, waiting to find that deep soul connection with one special person... People try to create it, where it is not... they rush in. They let their wants, their desires and their ideas, overshadow the truths, and what actually is.
I absolutely believe true love exists... but it has to happen in it’s own time. It can’t be created where it’s not, forced or rushed. It’s like trying to force a spring flower to bloom and be beautiful in the winter... when it just wasn’t meant to be.
Be patient. Wait for love, don’t force it. It will find you in its own time, if it is meant to be yours.
I get a little tired of people who assume that just because you have kids, you are automatically completely uncool, and that all your time is spent wiping babies from head to toe, giving spit baths, criticizing their every move, volunteering for PTA, blogging in your spare time, clipping coupons before crock potting a pot roast, ironing the clothes, bleaching the whites, mopping the floors, harvesting your eggs, sewing for your etsy shop, scrapbooking the little things, taking pictures of everything they do, saving for college, reading Dr. Suess, socializing at the bus stop, sweeping the floor, laughing over coffee with your jogging stroller, wearing your birkenstocks and listening to Baby Einstein.
Just because I DO THESE THINGS OCCASIONALLY.
Does not mean for one second that sometimes I don’t just want to be a kick ass girl with streaks in her hair, a ring in her nose, a tattoo on her arm, concert tickets in her purse, vodka in her fridge, a leather mini-skirt in her closet, her best single friends and a standing reservation for Las Vegas once a year with a don’t ask don’t tell policy, and the desire to just once be seen as more than the mother of 5 kids. Sometimes I just want to be seen as a “Maggie”. A “Maggie” with an extremely adorable set of children… (I joke, but sometimes it's hard to over come labels. )