May 14, 2015

Strawberry Fields Forever

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I’ve lived in San Diego County my entire life and don’t think I’ve ever been to the Strawberry Fields! I drive past it at least once a week and it’s something I’ve always wanted to do with the kids, so off we went. The kids zipped up and down each row and I think we spent a total of twenty minutes there. Ivy was the only one who had the right idea, stopping to take bites before placing in the bucket ;) Then, the water sprinklers turned on and they lost all interested in picking and just wanted to play in the mud. I’m not sure why I envisioned a peaceful time “at the farm,” full of slow-paced picking, but ha! Visions usually aren’t reality, which can be said for many areas of my life.

Ah, children. I have felt tested all year! I know this time will pass, and I know I will look back on all the amazing times– even miss the craziness. But, it’s hard to not get caught up in the trenches of motherhood. Those trenches are real, and I know I am not the only one who feels this way. Some days are so long I often question if I am doing anything right at all. And even the overwhelmed feeling I felt during this trip to the strawberry farm, I look back just two days later and see the fun the kids had. The mess we made, the strawberry stains on the carpet, the 1$ ice cream cones we got after in the car, the request to blast a song loud with the windows down and scream out the lyrics together. That is what it is all about, and maybe that is motherhood, messy. I’m trying to let go of the exceptions I  see in my head and be present in that minute, that very second, to realize it is fleeting and it will all be gone soon.



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