Updated: Jun 24, 2019
Without disrespect to my husband or children, being single was the most amazing season of my life.
Seriously. I had free time. I could poop without people watching me and wanting me to hold them while I'm on the toilet (I'm talking about the kids, just for clarification’s sake).
I didn’t have to share my bed.
Hello! That right there is worth it!
Honestly, though, I just never knew how good I had it!
Until I got married.
I’m not complaining, don’t misunderstand. I absolutely adore my husband and children. I prayed for them!
I prayed for two freaking decades for them!
No, I’m not joking: I started praying for my future spouse, kids, grandkids, great-grandchildren, great-great, great-great-great, great-great-great-great – you get the point. I think I stopped around the 6th or 7th “great” generation. I figured Jesus would come back by then.
So, yeah, I had put some action to my faith. I prayed. Daily. Multiple times a day.
I probably drove God crazy. If anyone could, it was me!
I so badly wanted to be married. I had heard my mom say all my life, “All I ever wanted was to be was a wife and a mother.”
So, naturally, I thought that was the pinnacle of existence.
Until I got married.
Then, I realized a few truths about myself.
I don’t share well.
I would really, really rather just buy you your own – whatever it is – than share mine with you.
Please don’t use my hairbrush. Don’t touch my special fuzzy blankets. God help you if you touch my toothbrush….
No, you absolutely CANNOT write in MY books! That’s sacrilegious! What the heck is wrong with you?!
Marriage and parenting? It’s all about sharing! And doing things you don’t want to do.
No, I don’t want to smell your farts, husband. I don’t think it’s cute. It makes me want to puke.
Do you want me to puke on you? I can arrange that.
Sweet baby, why are you kicking my rib cage invitro? And older brother of the unborn sister, I didn’t invite you to eat half of my dinner. I made you your own food. Go find it. Eat it. Off your own plate, Child of Mine.
Oh! By the way, I know how they came up with that clothing brand, Child of Mine. Some frustrated parent said that phrase in a not-so-sweet way and then realized that phrase would be a great brand name. True story! Well, maybe it’s true. I don’t actually know. But that’s MY story and I’m sticking with it!
The point is, I didn’t realize how amazing it was to be single, until I suddenly was forced to share absolutely everything. And endure countless tortures.
I didn’t realize how amazing my season of singleness was…until it was over.
Suddenly, I had a million and one ideas of what to do with all the free time I no longer had.
The same free time that frustrated and overwhelmed me as a single woman.
That’s so typical of so many things in life: you don’t know what you have until it’s gone.
That is, unless you’re intentional.
If you are intentional and chose to make a habit of paying attention to your life and the details of it, you actually have a chance to not only acknowledge the season you’re in and its benefits, but also to embrace them! Utilize them! Enjoy them!
Make your life count. You only get one shot.
You’ll never live the same season twice because you’ll never BE the same person twice. Make each moment count while you’ve got it.
Oh, and by the way? The season I'm in is my new best season in life because I choose to make it so.