Wednesday, July 31, 2013

Blogging With a Purpose: If I Could Turn Back Time





(Linking up with Becky again this week)


First things first.  I can't possibly be the only one who now has Cher's song stuck in my head, right?  Right?  All kidding aside, this post was an interesting one for me to write.  I often think to myself, If I knew then what I know now..., and think about how I would have approached or reacted in a situation had I known what my future was going to be like.  They say hindsight is 50/50, and it's true.

I wouldn't change a thing about my life, because I wouldn't be where I am today if I did.  I don't regret the way things happened in my life because -- again --those things brought me to where I am today...and I'm so, so happy with my life.  But I do wish that, in the moment, I had my future self whispering in my ear that things would be okay, that I would turn out just fine.  So, if I could go back in time, here's what I'd do...

...I would tell my 10-year-old self that the bullies don't matter.  I would tell her that if she can hold out until high school things will get infinitely better.  Yes, she will be tormented every day, to the point where she  truly doesn't know how much more she can take.  But high school is a whole new world, and she'll make some of her best friendships there.  Just hold on. 

...I would tell my 15-year-old self to play it cool with the high school crush.  I was ridiculously obsessed with a senior during my sophomore year, and I probably acted like a total fool because of it.  Looking back, it's so embarrassing, but at the time it was all-consuming lust.  I can only shake my head now, but good Lord...how mortifying.  Tone it down, little lady.

...to stop for a minute and think about why an 18-year-old guy would be interested in her 15-year-old self.  I'd also give my 15-year-old self a high five for not letting said 18-year-old force her into something she wasn't ready for.  Yes, his anger was scary and the subsequent break-up hurt.  But being dumped hurt a whole lot less than her self-esteem would have had she not stood her ground.

...I would tell my 17-year-old self  -- oh, there are so many things I'd tell my 17-year-old self ...
  • ...to slow down and enjoy every second of her time with her first "real" boyfriend.  My teenage years were a blur, but they were a happy blur.  I'll always regret, though, that I didn't "stop and smell the roses" more often when it came to my first real relationship.  I loved him and respected him, but when the relationship was over I realized that I hadn't truly lived it enough in the moment, and I mourned the hell out of that loss.
  • ...not to choose a college based on where her boyfriend is locatedUltimately, I attended the college I was meant to.  But I wish I had given myself more freedom to choose a school that wasn't so close instead of sticking around for a boyfriend who ended up breaking up with me the day of my high school graduation.
  • ...that someone else will love you.  I had my heart broken for the first and only time when I was 17 and, in typical teenage fashion, I spent days in tears thinking that the only person on the planet who could ever love me didn't want me.  It took me years to come to terms with that break-up and to realize that someone else could and would and wanted to be with me (thank you, Scott).
  • ...not to meet up with the ex who broke her heart.  I don't even know what we were looking for here, but I do know that nothing good ever came of it.  Every time we said goodbye it was like breaking up all over again.  A clean break would have been much better for us all-around.  Hindsight...
...I would tell my 18-year-old self that the one day she slept through her alarm and had to run to class in sweats with no make-up on and her hair in a crazy messy ponytail would be the start of the rest of her life.  Spoiler alert:  that was the day she first met her future husband.  And he loves her -- no make-up, crazy messy ponytail and all.

...I would tell my 22-year-old self not to be so jealous of her younger sister.  Just because she got engaged and married before it was even a possibility for you does not mean that it will never be your turn.  Your time will come.  Keep smiling and be happy for your sister because marriage is a wonderful thing and she found herself a good man.

...I would tell my 25-year-old self not to stress so much about her pregnancy.  I was so thrilled but terrified at the same time, and there were times when I let the fear get to me and swallow up all the elation of being pregnant.  I would tell myself that everything will work out wonderfully, and things will all fall into place.

...I would tell my 26-year-old self to focus on my marriage just as much as I focus on my new baby.  Don't let motherhood make you forget that you're also a wife and you have a marriage that needs nurturing just like your baby does.  Show your husband how much you love and appreciate him through your actions as well as your words.

...I would tell ALL of my "selves", at every stage of my life, to be thankful for my family.  I wouldn't be the person I am today without my family, and I thank my lucky stars that these are the people God chose to surround me with.  Break-ups, weddings, births, happiness, sadness and everything in between...my family was there.  We celebrate the good things together and we're there for the bad, and I couldn't ask for a more wonderful group of people to spend this life with.  I don't think I've ever told them all how much I love and appreciate them, but I hope they know that I do.


There are so, so many things I'd tell myself if I could turn back time.  Looking back, I think the main theme of my life (so far) is that the best is yet to come.  I wish that, in the moment, I had the foresight to stress less, to know that everything would be alright.  I think I do that a lot now, though -- remind myself that everything will be alright.  It's easy to let life consume you, to stop living it and to just be dragged along by it.  If I could turn back time, I wouldn't do anything differently, but I sure would give myself the heads up that things are going exactly as they should be for me.


NEXT WEEK'S TOPIC:  If I Could Have One Super Power

Monday, July 29, 2013

What We've Been Up To...In Pictures




We've had a lot going on this summer, and I haven't blogged as often as I would have liked to. So here's another picture post to sum up what we've been doing lately.  Enjoy!


Bailey had her first dance recital, and it was awesome!

The girls with Miss Holly

And with Miss Bianca

The Dansarts Crew


Bailey and Madison



We also celebrated her 3rd birthday...
 




 Scott and I took Bailey to Hershey Park as our birthday present to her.  A day full of rides, food and fun...what more could a girl ask for?


Fun in the Waterpark (Hershey)

On the Chocolate World ride 









Bailey and Gerry had some good times together...

Funny faces in the car

G discovered that solid food isn't so bad

So Bailey shared some water ice with him

Sibling love






Both kids were adorable, as always....








Scott re-did our backyard...

The Before

During

And After...the grass finally grew in where the dirt used to be!





Scott posed with both kids while we were out to eat one day...




And we all took a surrey ride on vacation...





Luckily, we still have a few more weeks of summer left...which means more time for more photo ops.  So check back for more!

Sunday, July 28, 2013

Vacation 2013



*sad sigh*  Well, another beach vacation has come and gone.  I spent all day yesterday in a depressive funk because I was so sad to be back to reality.  I look forward to vacation every year -- all of my family in one place, together, for a whole week.  At times, it can be a nightmare (all of our craziness, conflicting personalities, and toss in 4 kids prone to tantrums at any given moment) but it's something that I love, love, love to do.  It's, by far, the best 7 days of my year and I thoroughly enjoy my time away.  This year was the same as every other year (awesome, always), except that I had back surgery less than a week before vacation.  It didn't dampen my happy mood, but it definitely wasn't fun to "sit on the sidelines", so to speak, as often as I had to.  I couldn't play beach volleyball with everyone or take Bailey on any rides, and I rode on the boardwalk in a wheel chair.  But I did get to soak up the sun on the beach a few times, watched Bailey have a blast on the rides, ate funnel cake, Johnson's popcorn, and Kessel's ice cream sundaes almost every night, and soaked up every drop of family fun and togetherness that we could pack into 7 days.

I'm still nursing a bit of depression over being back home right now, so I leave you with these pictures from our vacation...not as many as I should have taken, but hey.  At least I took something.


The first day was spent sleeping in...






Gerry spent his vacation smiling and sleeping...





Bath time after a long morning at the beach





Bailey exercised, went on rides just about every night, bought a hermit crab (note the hands-on-her-lips excitement), and got her hair wrapped (while making funny faces in the mirror)...












She was also a TOTAL beach babe this year -- a far cry from the little girl who cried if she set so much as a toe in the sand last year...


The obligatory "climb in this hole and let Pop Pop bury you" shot

Disclaimer:  the pretty girl in this picture (you know...the one with the cute bikini body)?  That's not me.  It's my cousin, Amanda.  




This was the girls "surfing"



It was hard to say goodbye...