Somedays

Growing up we were far from rich, but we never were in need of anything. We might not have had everything we wanted, but never lacked a warm roof over our heads, clothes to cover us, food to eat, entertainment and activities to amuse us.  

My mom taught us a great lesson, one she often showed us by example, that we should have our Somedays.  

Someday I will do this. Someday I will have that. Someday I will be whatever.

If we got everything all at once, she said, life would be boring. What would there be to look forward to?

As I mentioned, she was a great example. Growing up she was often told by her teachers that she was stupid and wouldn’t amount to much. Education past high school would be wasted on her. Thankfully, somewhere along the line she figured out that just wasn’t true.  

When I was in grade school she started back to school at the local community college. She had to drop out when she needed to go to work full time after my dad had gotten laid off from his job. After getting both her daughters through private high school and then college, she went back to school and earned her Associates degree with a double major. She knew someday she was going to do it and someday she did!

She had many examples like that. Most often it was about learning and doing. Someday she wanted to learn to play the hammer dulcimer and she did. Someday she wanted to work with little children and she did, as a tutor and teacher’s assistant in the parish kindergarten. Someday she wanted to travel and she did. She and my dad took trips to Bermuda, Hawaii, California, and just a year before she died, to Ireland. 

I started thinking about my Somedays. When I was young I often thought I wanted to be a writer. I loved reading and among my favorites was Laura Ingalls Wilder. Someday I wanted to be like her. Apparently November is NaNoWriMo – National Novel Writing Month. Perhaps now is the time to start.

When I was young, someday I wanted to be a mother.  At my age, unless God sends a stork to drop a baby in our laps, that isn't going to happen.  And I'm okay with that.

I think I would have liked the farm life. I would like to have goats and chickens and alpacas. Hopefully that Someday will be next summer.

Someday I'd like an always sparklingly clean house.  Not going to happen.  There's too much else to do.

I’ve achieved many of my Somedays. I have a wonderful husband, a lovely home, a beautiful niece and Goddaughter. 

I need nothing. But I yearn for Somedays.

What are your Somedays?

AMDG