There was a time when I couldn’t bear to be left out of anything. I suffered terribly from FOMOS – Fear Of Missing Out Syndrome. As a new mom, I found myself resenting nursing and naptimes and bedtimes and all the other moments I, as Mama, was forced to extricate myself from the fun to tend to my daughter.
Not that I didn’t love her. I adored her. But I also loved being in the thick of everything.
I must be getting older. Andrew, his mom, his sister, and Evelyn are exploring a new city – one of my favorite things to do. I volunteered to stay behind. Sunny street. Warm car. Good book. Sleeping baby. It seems that’s about all the adventure I need on a Saturday afternoon.
Somewhere in the last five years – I don’t know exactly when – I stopped worrying about missing out and started actually enjoying the moment. It’s a pretty good place to be, after all.