An open letter from the future Roxie.
Surprise! Its you, uh, me, actually...... future you. Yep, that's right! Here I am just hovering and typing you this letter on my iPad 23. You know, I've been thinking a lot about you lately. There are somethings you need to know, but first, because I know you're dying to know:
Yes, you did finally lose that baby weight- well, you call it "baby weight" even though you acquired it long before the babies came, try like................... 7th grade.
Your favorite show in the future is Pretty Little Liars: The Retirement Years.
I won't spoil it too much, but Ezra and Aria are GRANDPARENTS! Mischief still ensues, A is still haunting them, and it's still the BEST SHOW EVER!
Ryker DOES get potty-trained, finally! Despite you wanting to keep him little and refusing to even start the process. He also loses the pacifier (on his own) so stop worrying and ignore people when they say he's too big for it. Yes, potty training sucks. Fact. Do it anyway. Now.
You finally bit the bullet and started shaving your legs past your knees, many, many years after you should have.
Beyoncé is President of the United States! Dance lessons are FREE and State of the Unions have never been this entertaining.
Now on to the important stuff.
What I really want you to know is ... soak it in. Soak every single bit of it in. I know you get stressed, frustrated, and exhausted. I know the kids refuse to listen, fight with each other MMA style on a regular basis, and on most days their spirit animal is clearly a wild hyena, but guess what?
In the future, you're going to miss it.
You know how they constantly tear your house apart? And sometimes your temper erupts and your selfishness wins, and you often feel like you've failed them?
Well, guess what? In the future, that doesn't happen anymore. The kids are grown and have moved out. They tear their own houses apart now and you don't smile near as much as you use to.
You miss it all.
You know that Mother Goose Nursery Rhyme DVD and how the kids all sing/yell those nursery rhyme songs over and over and over, off- key. Well, you are the only one singing now and it's worse.
Remember that dining room that once overflowed with toys? Dinosaurs, trucks, and legos... EVERYWHERE. Toys that would often sneak out and magically end up in every other room in the house, even the bathroom, and you would constantly step on them.
You miss it. You miss it. You miss it.
You see, those toys are now long gone, probably boxed up somewhere reminiscing about the "good ole days" when they would venture out and under your feet. When they made you do that crazy dance when you stepped on them, or worse curse. Now that once playroom is now a dining room again and Josh bought you that gorgeous large farmhouse style table you wanted (Okay, so that's not so bad. But the rest, the rest sucks.)
I know sometimes you feel over worked, unappreciated, and over committed. I know you get tired of repeating the phrases: "No. I'm not cooking Raman noodles for dinner!" and "its tacos! You loved tacos last week, are you even my child?!" But those phrases have been retired for years and you miss the crap out of it.
The most important thing I want you to know is that you never failed them. Your kids grow up to be pretty freakin' awesome people. (sorry I cant spoil it with all the details, watching it unfold is part of the fun) But it's important I tell you this because I want you to relax a little bit. Spend more evenings at home chasing the kids around with the tickle bug. Try to remember that you don't have to go and do everything everyone else is doing. Just love on them and continue to teach them about Jesus and how to worship.
Teach them all the important things, and especially like how to not be jerks.
Take lots and lots of pictures so that one day, you can look back and see where your grandchildren get their big ears and mischievous grins from.
Try to remember that every load of laundry, invisible owie kiss, and bedtime story, you are building something.
Listen girl, I know the days feel long, but they're not. Time will pass before you know it. Your sore feet will heal and you will have plenty of time to shave your legs when the kids are gone. Mark my words, one day you'll be sitting there, actually hovering there, and you'll be wishing for just a few minutes you could go back in time and hear one more off-key Mother Goose Nursery Rhyme song.
So, count your blessings and find joy in all things even when its hard and seems impossible.
But, more importantly, don't forget to pray.
Pray for strength to stand firm against the pressures to commit, pray you'll be able to shut the voices out and tell you you're not doing enough, or that your kids aren't doing enough.
Pray that Jesus gives you just enough of that strength to get through the day without losing it, but not so much that you forget who that strength comes from.
Take care lady-
Future hotter, skinnier, still super cool- Roxie
Take your purse with you in the house when you get home and watch out for hot wheels on the porch step. If I remember correctly, it'll save us both an ankle sprang. Your welcome.
I don't know what the future holds, but sometimes you just need to do something as silly as write a letter from the future to put it all back into perspective.