Katie Slater Photography

Grow up. I don’t blog about them often. They do often show up in my Instagram feed if you follow me there. But these are my boys Jack, 11 and Charlie, 8. When Jack was born I had just turned 24. Yup, I was a youngster. I used to worry about what people would think about me. If I forgot my wedding ring when I went to Target, I would get really self-conscious. I spent a little too much time thinking about what others thought of me, rather than just enjoying my life and not worrying! Stupid! and Weird, right? Little did I know that 11, almost 12 years later, I would worry about looking old when I went out. My little wiry grey hairs that pop out, my huge-arse wrinkle on my forehead, my starting-to-sag-upper-arm-skin. Sigh.

I guess the moral of the story is to enjoy what you have when you have it. For in what seems like a split second, those cooing babies, laughing toddlers who bring joyful noises and funny new words to life, and sweet chubby faces are growing into little men. Men who aren’t going to stick around because they are destined for great things out there in this world. Men who will go off to college, or the military, start their own families, and call me once a week if I’m lucky. Even though I don’t do it very often anymore, instead of spending so much damn time worrying about what others think of me, I’m going to better commit my mind and my time to loving these guys and all the other members of my family that I love so much. There is so much good, and fun, and love in this world. Seek it out. Quit worrying. Go do something that makes you deliriously happy and full of joy.

Well then, pardon me, while I go find my boys… xoxo