Wanna Trade?

I’ve been sitting outside trying really hard to write and it’s just not working y’all, my thoughts are all a jumbled emotional mess. So I’m just gonna put it here where most likely it will receive some flak but oh well.

Since this whole thing started I’ve seen so many posts about momma’s of littles losing their crap and trust me I understand. My three are all two years apart and Craig traveled through much of their youth so I get how overwhelming the feeling is of being locked in a house all day with young children and how it honestly will make you feel like you’re losing your ever loving mind. Just for a minute though, I want those mommas to stop and take a look around because from where this mama sits, you are the luckiest person in the world so seriously…wanna trade?

I have a senior who while she’s incredibly mature and handling everything extremely well is having a very hard time wondering why she’s practicing social distancing while half of the people she knows is still out partying like it’s 1999. Even though she’s not giving us any trouble I know there are other mommas out there who aren’t quite so fortunate to have their kids handle it quite as well. Trust me y’all it’s way easier to refocus an upset toddler than a full fledged teenager who feels like a caged animal (and don’t we all right now). Wanna trade?

I also have two sons who both work in agriculture and therefore are considered essential so they are still in their homes eight and four hours away from me. So, because of that and the fact that their small towns have much less cases than ours I sit here on my back patio on the Saturday before Easter thinking how incredibly crappy it is that I don’t even get to see them for one day. I don’t get to celebrate my oldest in two weeks for his 23 birthday and probably wont get to celebrate with my middle next month on his 21. There will be no dyed Easter eggs or hunts (Yes I still made my adult children hunt eggs, I may be able to convince G if I fill them with cold hard cash). There will be no confetti eggs thrown so hard at each other that it leaves marks that last a week. Yes, I’m well aware that Easter is not about egg hunts or a bunny but it is about celebrating our Lord with our family. This Easter my two sons will be alone in their homes and it won’t feel like Easter to them it will be just another day and while this mama will try and make it special for the one still at home she will be mourning the fact that one more thing has been stolen from her with all this shit going on. Wanna trade?

So momma’s of littles the next time you think you just can’t handle one more question, or request of food, or the crying for no reason please remember that somewhere down the road or even next door is a mama in an empty nest wishing she was in your shoes and seriously asking…”Wanna trade?”