Celebrating

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Not long ago I asked you what we should do when we finally become completely debt free.

Some of you mentioned you would buy a house! (And we tried to, twice)

An RV? How about we just move from one apartment to the next instead?

So how did we celebrate the big event?

We took our kids out to eat to one of our favorite places and ordered $15 worth of food for the whole family.

hot diggity dog

We got hotdogs.

Best hotdogs I’ve ever had. (And I love hotdogs.)

It’s weird actually. We’ve been here before (debt free, pre-purchase of the minivan) but we had a mortgage then, too, and like people will point out – you don’t all think this is really “it” (debt free, no mortgage while still paying rent) and that’s ok.

For a long time I tried to convince you that what we were doing was the way to do it for everyone. Get on the bandwagon, friends! Dave Ramsey is talking!!

But being on this side of the fence I want to do less screaming about a goal and more working towards a happy medium fit for us; not everyone else.

A friend told me a quote this weekend – something about Maturity is accepting when things change (roughly) and I gaffed at it like; Ha! I Do Not Want To Be Mature, Thankyouverymuch.

When really I do. Very much, I want to be mature. I want to teach my kids what it means to be mature and what hard work really means. It’s not always a glass of champagne or dinner out because we’re tired. Or asking for 10 more minutes of sleep in the morning or whining that the floors don’t clean themselves. It’s not constant course correction on someone else – it’s course correcting myself so that the day (not far off) when I have to let go and send my babies in to their own {mature} lives they’ll have the framework, a foundation, to do so with grace and kindness and hopefully a helping of humility.

In related news: This was a convicting read for me this week: Motherhood is a calling, where your children rank (Thanks, Lisa!)

Which made me angry and ashamed at myself. A few years ago I wrote about dealing with the death of my {step}dad and how I wanted to stop being the victim in my own life. I still struggle with this. This coming SaturdayNext month is his birthday. Also the day we found our we were pregnant with our son 4 years ago. Dates and numbers, they’re my thing. Aug 6th. Sept 6th. My bad. I guess numbers/dates are getting away from me. Somehow letting this goes frees up all kinds of emotional space to create new memories and days to keep forever.

This will also be the calendar year of the 7th anniversary of my dad’s passing and the end of our 7th year of marriage.

I read once that life happens in 7 year increments. There are “rooms” we all live in for approx 7 years. Emotionally, physically, mentally … spiritually. That the course of our lives can pretty much (retrospectively) be broken up into seven year chunks.

I’m not that old so we’ll see how this works out but I’m pretty excited to be walking across a new threshold of time.

Only this time? I’m not going in blindfolded.

2 thoughts on “Celebrating

  1. I loved reading the link about motherhood, thank you! It made me realize where these feelings I’ve been having recently have stemmed from. It’s like society pities us mothers, especially the non-working variety of us!
    Also, I completely agree with the 7 year life-segment theory. Nearing my 35th birthday (a few months back) so many things were drawing to a close and I felt (and still feel) like I was nearing a threshold of newness. Weird? Maybe. But it’s pretty thrilling as well. It’s kinda like a snake shedding it’s skin or a crab/snail outgrowing it’s shell. We humans (myself included) sometimes forget that we are part of Nature as well!
    Anyway~ great post as always! <3

  2. Is my seven years up yet? I have no marker to note the beginning, but I’m ready to be done with this section. Shoot, I just heard a voice ask me what am I going to do to change it… crud.

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