Limitations

I am not SuperMom.  Or SuperWoman. Or even SuperAmy.  I want to be.  I wish I were.  But I am not.  I have so many limitations, and I struggled against them for years.  But I am tired now.  Or perhaps that truly is just code for "older and wiser".  And as the days and months seem to increasingly fly away from me, acceptance begins to creep in and wrap itself around those struggling thoughts, soothing them into a placated state.

I find that the more accepting I become, the more peace I find in my life.  My husband would likely disagree.  He sees my moments of productiveness, and he sees my hours of apathy.  But in between those lie moments of sweet peace.  Of knowing that I can't have it all, or do it all - and I don't want to.  I don't have to try and Go! Do! Be! every minute of every day.  Some days it's OK to revel in the moment.  To take joy in the sweetness of a brunch date with my Boy, to wallow in long, long moments of "just browsing".   To steal that hour and get lost in the pages of a book.  It's all Enough.