Reincarnation

In another life, I was an Olympic Athlete. I spent my time working out and traveling the world. I owned a pair of red faux snakeskin boots. I had a pair of red leather pants. I went to a Sports Illustrated party that ended at 7 am. I drank Red Bull and vodka before I knew it may cause serious health risks. I had an orange faux fur coat that I bought in New York City. I once had hot pink hair another time red hair and another time bleach blonde streaks. I was healthy and thin. I was young. I had no attachments.

These days my clothes are well-worn business casual usually in need of ironing or dry cleaning. Often there is milk, yogurt, dog hair or even maple syrup on them. On the weekends I wear old stained maternity pants, my husband’s old t-shirts and various raggedy slippers or flip flops depending on the season. I haven’t been out of the country in five years. I have barely been out of state. I can’t remember the last time I attended a party let alone one that lasted until 7am. An orange faux fur coat would just look silly at this point. The only streaks I have these days are gray ones.

By comparison to my life now that previous life seems glittery and glamorous, although that would be a stretch of the imagination by any means. There are days when I could look back to those times with longing. But I don’t. There are days when I could blink my eyes and wish to go back in time. But I don’t.

My husband once showed the DVD of me competing in the Olympics to a group of friends and a friend turned to me and said, “Is that just the hardest thing you have ever done?” Without missing a beat I said, “No, being a parent is.” But I can tell you from experience that I would rather dance for 10 minutes in an old pair of maternity pants any day with my kids than dance all night in a pair of red leather pants.

7 thoughts on “Reincarnation

  1. Ok, dear. I am just going to tell you that I cried when I read this. Why? Because I love that, while you treasure your “past life”, you would not trade it for this new one. And I cried because I know so well and love so much the Tsai, Fin, and Sylvie that are so worth this “new life”. Hugs.

  2. This is beautifully written. There’s nothing harder but also more meaningful and gratifying than parenting. Especially when your babies turn out to be such wonderful adults and parents.

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