I was in the passenger seat of my mom’s car when we stopped at a stop light and I saw my friend Susan in her car on our right hand side. She waved and pointed, and I saw Tom in his van on our left. This coincidence tipped some internal scale in my mind, and I decided to find a way to the renegade solstice party on the prairie that Tom was throwing that night. At that party I realized that I could be in a relationship with Tom; we could be in love. And the rest, as they say, is history.
That night seems an entire lifetime ago, looking back on it from my position here as a responsible mom of two young kids. I can’t remember the last time I went out dancing, let alone to a renegade prairie party. And likewise, I’m pretty sure that if someone told 19 year old me that night that Tom and I would be married with two kids ten years from them I’d have a hard time imagining the reality of this life. But somehow, whether by amazing luck or cosmic predestiny, Tom and I connected and formed a strong and lasting bond.
Parenting is hard work, but having a partner to parent with who is open to new ideas, wiling to share the workload, backs you up when you need it and is willing to come home from work when you’re convinced you left the beans simmering on the stove (they were actually turned off) – a partner like that is truly a gift.
Now, I’m going to stop blogging and go hang out with him!