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Freedom is Covered in Chocolate and Other Lessons From Being Alone

I’ve been a mom for over 10 years. If you’re a mom, then you know what I really mean by that is that I’ve had an audience and running commentary on my every move for over a decade. I might as well have set up bleachers in the bathroom for my adoring fans to keep me company over the years. When I was 25 I couldn’t have fathomed – let alone tolerated – that type of togetherness. But at age 38 that is exactly how I like it, and to step outside of this familiar life is a journey into the twilight zone, a realization that hit me recently on a work trip.

I learned a few things being away by myself for three days.

Lessons From Being Alone

Lessons From Being Alone

I text my husband everything.

The mundane, the meaningful, the utterly ridiculous. All day long. True, there’s nothing left to talk about at dinner time, but at least he knows if it’s raining at my office, what I ate for lunch, who’s out sick at work, and how many steps are on my FitBit. Being 1,300 miles away by myself completely magnifies this habit. So many new things to text about!

Text message

Spousal text messaging. The exciting, the mundane, and everything in between.

Freedom is covered in chocolate.

Somewhere along the line, being alone started to mean indulging my sweet tooth. No earnest eyes evaluating my vegetable intake. No impressionable minds to mold into healthy eaters. Just treats, from airport to hotel to airport. Pastries! Lattes! Cookies! Candy bars!

Hershey's Chocolate

Must eat all the chocolate.

I cannot sit still.

I used to be able to sit still. Heck, before kids I used to sleep until noon, eat brunch, see a movie, and go back to sleep. For a long time after I had kids I chased the elusive idea of having down time to do whatever I wanted. Turns out what I really want to do is to get s*#t done. Hotel room with maid service?! Unproductive!

Messy bedroom

Parents of the world, we have purpose in life, buried under dirty clothes and piles of toys.

think I might be a real grown up.

You might be thinking, “Well yeah, she’s 38.” I don’t feel grown up most of the time, though, and often I don’t even want to be grown up. But when I have the time, space, and opportunity I do things that surprise me, like willingly – even happily – go the gym. Like make friends with my taxi driver Renée from Venezuela via Spain, France, and Haiti who also has an 8-going-on-18-year-old daughter. Like choose yogurt from the breakfast buffet instead of croissants.

Gym shoes

Bring it on, gym.

Being alone somehow allows a longer view, both back and forward in time.

It provides a reminder that there’s a whole other world out there. But it also reinforces that the center of that world for me is at home with my family.

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2 Responses to Freedom is Covered in Chocolate and Other Lessons From Being Alone

  1. Gretchin
    Gretchin November 25, 2015 at 8:36 am #

    I love this! So true, and so funny!

  2. Judy Hoffhine November 29, 2015 at 8:18 pm #

    Jessie loves and supports her Mom and Dad, too; another product of the journey of balancing a busy life. And yes, she is funny!!!

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