*Today Jackson said to me, “Mom, you’ve got moxie!” I’m pretty sure I have to stop reading him Berenstain Bear books…*
Last night I went out for a little refreshing (though terribly short) getaway. One of the women in my Mom’s church group has a husband who plays the bass guitar in a band. The band was playing at the Fineline (my old stomping grounds as a lead singer in former Minneapolis pop-rock band Nothing Static.) Sadly I haven’t been to the Fineline in a really long time. I suppose live music is one of the things that has fallen away quite a bit since I have become a mom. The last show I did with my old band was when I was a couple of months pregnant with Jackson (now he will be three in May!)
C’s husband did a great job! He seemed very natural on stage. He has played the bass for 14 years. I had a great time having a couple of beers and hanging out with the ladies. But something sad happened as well… I started to feel very nostalgic and a little bummed out that my singing career is, for all intents and purposes, over. I suppose I knew it was happening when it was, but now I miss it so much. Of course we all have selective thinking when we look back on things. My amazing memories are going to omit the hardships the band had when traveling for shows, the time commitment we had to make to writing songs and practicing, and ups and downs of a relationship fraught with differing opinions of five different personalities, the lack of money, etc…
When I left the Fineline I went to pay for my drinks and the bartender said, “Nah, I’m not making you pay- you are a rock star from back in the day!” It really made my night that he remembered me from over 3 years ago! I suppose I made a lasting impression (and hopefully a good one!) But- the “back in the day” part sort of put salt in my nostalgic wound.
I have thought about this a bit today and it finally dawned on me that it is just another obvious example of “the grass is always greener.” That if I were in the midst of playing gigs out with my band, I would be worn out and want to concentrate on my kids and family instead. When it’s winter I wish it were summer, when it’s summer I wish it were winter. Where does it end?! Often times we wish something were different so often, we are missing everything that is. There is a poem I heard recently that has been in my mind since the moment I heard it. I googled, and in the spirit of ‘everything on the internet at your fingertips,’ I found the poem!!! I want to share it with you.
It was Spring, but it was Summer I wanted:
The warm days and the great outdoors.
It was Summer, but it was Fall I wanted:
The colorful leaves and the cool, dry air.
It was Fall, but it was Winter I wanted:
The beautiful snow and the joy of the holiday season.
It was Winter, but it was Spring I wanted:
The warmth and the blossoming of nature.
I was a child, and it was adulthood I wanted:
The freedom and the respect.
I was 20, but it was 30 I wanted:
To be mature and sophisticated.
I was middle-aged, but it was 20 I wanted:
The youth and the free spirit.
I was retired, but it was middle-aged I wanted:
The presence of mind without limitations.
My life was over, and I never got what I wanted.
~ a poem from a book by Charles Swindoll
When I heard this poem at my Mom’s morning large group, the most interesting thing about it, was that it was written by a 14 year old boy. Already at 14, this boy knew the simple yet intricate thoughts that stem from what can only be described as human nature. This is inherent in us. It’s so difficult to try and stop wishing for all of the things we don’t have or a time for things to be better! New years resolution for 2010- stop thinking about all the things I don’t have that I want. That’s a toughie. It’s going to take some moxie.