I think I’m feeling a bit like that cartoon worm, Hermie. He asks God why he’s so…well…normal. God tells him to be patient, He’s not finished with him yet. And in the end, Hermie becomes a beautiful, rather extraordinary and certainly not normal, butterfly.
Lately I’ve been reconnecting with high school classmates on Facebook. We usually exchange e-mails or Facebook messages catching each other up on what we’ve been doing for the last 16 or so years. I typically write something like this:
David and I have been married for 13 years. We have 2 kids: JBelle, 8 and GMan, 4. We live in Nashville, TN and have been here for about 11 1/2 years now. His family is here, too. My parents are in Tampa, FL and my sister lives here in Nashville, too.
I’m a stay-at-home mom and David is a geologist. That’s about it in a nutshell. We have a typical, American, suburban live complete with dog and mortgage!
Don’t get me wrong. I’m not complaining about my life. It’s a good life. I have much to be grateful for and I am, indeed, grateful. Yet…I can’t get past the normalcy of it. Something in me longs to shake things up a bit.
I don’t want to be normal anymore.