The Good Old Days

andy bernard quote2When I heard this quote at the end of the final episode of The Office, all I could think was,


Because.  I realize as I look back over my life, that I have , and continue to sometimes romanticize the past and miss what’s right in front of me.

All my babies are big. As of this December, all 3 of them will be in the double digits. And I can’t believe I’m here.

How did I get here?

Where did the time go?

I’ve been doing a fair amount of bursting into tears, grabbing them around the neck, holding them tight and literally sobbing {they’re used to it, and hopefully not permanently scarred as a result of it…..}, as if that would help slow the time, and keep them in my arms just a little bit longer. My girl is 14? My quirky middle child is 13, with a voice that’s deepening with each passing day? And my littlest? With hands and feet that are already as big as mine? These things cannot be………..

I loved having babies and toddlers. LOVED.

Like, really REALLY  loved. I, like any mom, had bad days, but more than anything I loved that season of life. I enjoyed so many aspects of it. So much so that I’ve been spending some of my precious thoughts and emotions wishing for it back……..fondling other people’s babies’ fingers and toes longingly, being that crazy lady to be overly attached to strangers’ babies in shopping carts {you know the ones}, crying spontaneously and wishing for my babies to be small and fit in my lap again. Just wishing that somehow, I’d soaked in a few more moments while I could…..wishing for the good old days that I had no idea would fleet so swiftly……..And if I were to be completely honest, I’ll admit that some days, my wishing extended beyond just wishing for ‘the good old days’ into feelings of  ineptitude, being lost, and { *cringe*} even downright unhappiness in this season of life.


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Then, one day, I was out walking with my youngest {and our dog…what? WE have a dog? No wonder I barely recognize my own life.}

As I watched him walk up the street, it hit me like a ton of bricks, the quote above popped into my head, and I realized…….

I’m STILL in the good old days.

They’re still in my home…… my arms.

They’re healthy.

And happy.

And growing.

Things aren’t how they used to be, but they’re definitely good.

These, too, ARE the good old days.

And are to be relished.

And enjoyed.

And soaked in.

And not to be missed because I’m busy looking behind me at what was, instead of savoring what’s right here in front of me.

So, thanks, Andy Bernard, for this gentle reminder to revel in exactly where we are because there’s every possibility we’ll look back and realize that these WERE the best of times, the good old days………

Is anyone with me? Do you find yourself doing what I’ve been doing. Looking behind {or maybe even ahead} for better times instead of enjoying what’s right in front of you? You know I love to hear about you…….

XO, Sara


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  1. It’s wonderful to live in the moment. I have been through those seasons and it is easy to look back. The teen years seem like a jolt to the system….a different kind of busy. But there is much to celebrate. I enjoyed getting to know new friends and celebrating the road to independence. You may want to read “The Gift of an Ordinary Day.” Here’s a reading from the author…

  2. That’s a lot of good thoughts there. I have moments of deeper appreciation but need to multiply them into days of appreciation. Good reminder.

  3. I do that all the time. Trying to change is hard.

  4. It’s difficult not to look into the past to remember how things were and compare to the current situation or the future. I’m so guilty of this.

  5. Looks great

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