I have had many “Best Years” of my life. Starting when I was around seven, and my sister was ten, we would play for hours downstairs making forts, watching movies, and making our stuffed animals pay admission. On Fridays, my mom would order a pizza from Little Caesar’s, and I would eat half while my sister would delicately eat one slice.
I also loved many moments through High School where I was active in the Theater program. Life revolved around staying up late, sleeping in, and Mom making me pancakes on Sunday. My only true worry was what role I was going to get, keeping my grades up (since I was notorious for talking too much in class), and what cute outfits was I going to wear to get that hot guy’s attention in 2nd period (Which, looking back, it turns out most of my crushes were total dweebs! What was I thinking? I really need to go back in time and have a heart-to-heart with my former self. I would have saved a lot of wasted energy and tears).
College was also amazing. The ultimate, really. I discovered a new-found sense of freedom and a unity within myself that I never felt before. I made the best friends a girl could ever have (still friends to this day), and really indulged in the college experience. Late night studying trips to IHOP, over bad coffee and stale fries, was the norm. Weekend jaunts to the mountains, and long viewings of Lord of the Rings or Harry Potter were staples. It was heavenly.
The time when my husband and I first met and were together was magic. I was stupid-in-love with him and he was everything that consumed my day. Before our struggle to get pregnant, and all the sadness that would follow, we had a blast. Road trips, overseas trips, house renovations, late night book discussions to Village Inn over the summer, and eating pie! Simply wonderful.
But I have to say, that even though all those moments were magical, heavenly, and grand, nothing beats right now. The best time of my life is right now, this moment with my son Idan. I am a bit emotional and dramatic, and I like to make people both laugh and cry, but this is true when I say that right now is the best year of my life. How did this come to be?
I went on a walk the other day with Idan to the park. Now that the weather is getting warmer, he constantly is handing me his shoes and pounding on the door to go outside. I was pushing Idan in his stroller and he, ever the Captain, was sitting up and pointing his hands to where he wanted to go. The wind slightly rustled his strawberry brown hair, and he kept looking back at me and was smiling. I am doing my job right. My son is happy.
We spent the better part of the morning making rock piles, picking up twigs and swinging in the swing. He was proud to show me how he could match parts of the playground equipment and kept pointing to everything and screaming in delight. When it was time to go, he grabbed my hand and walked me to the stroller. He lifted his arms up and I held him. He nestled his head under my chin and just rested there. Not for an hour, not for 10 minutes, but for a moment. And that was the moment I knew, this IS the best year of my life.
I am very aware, that this time is fleeting. He will soon be wanting to play with his friends, and have late night adventures with his future spouse. He will want to make forts with his little brother or sister someday, and have his own independence and freedom. I know that Idan will love me forever, and will want to spend time with me. But at that one moment in the park, I was his world and he was mine, and I am so thankful to God that I get to have that with him, because those memories are the ones that I will carry with me during the best years of his life.
Until next time! Thanks for reading!