Very Rough Plans...

Nothing ever goes according to plans.

A phrase I have learned to live by.

When I was younger it meant that I would plan and the people around me would operate their own plans and I would feel left out or let down. There was the move to the UK which left me unable to get my Drivers license at 16.  The boys who broke my heart just before we were to attend the big event. The friends that couldn’t get me to where I needed to go after they offered or agreed when I asked. Having found my way through this string of disappointment I made it through the teenage years and college.

I took charge of my life pursued what I wanted including asking the man of my dreams to marry me.

I made the decision of when to have our first child presenting the pros and cons of waiting.

She arrived almost on schedule she just took her own sweet time, And after 36 hours of labour that included two hours harder labour than expected. Once I held her in my arms it slowly dawned on me that the years I had spent getting things to go according to plan were now over.

Children do that to you from throwing up in and all over the car on the way to a friends wedding. The displays of stubbornness right before leaving for preschool on the only day you have ever had an appointment during that hour.

After five years a second less planned child who demands schedule and planning, but he wants it his way.

He needs it his way not mine and I am there to help him to know that things never go according to plan unless you work extra hard and alone. It is not fun that way so he wll learn that plans are just an outline of what one want to do.