I just received a new follower to my blog, and when the notice came to my inbox, I admit I was super pleased! My little blog is still alive and kicking even though I’ve neglected it in the worst of ways for the past three months. Oh, my gosh, and WordPress has changed things, too. At first I shuddered, but now I appreciate how easy it is to maneuver!
This was my first harvest working in my new role as a vineyard technician, and thus, my first harvest running what is affectionately called “The Sugar Shack” where we test all of the grapes for their acid and sugar levels prior to being picked. Yes…ALL OF THE GRAPES, covering approximately 1,600 acres plus of fruit over 12 ranches, traversing the rows via quads and trucks to pick and crush bucket-fulls by the dozens each day for two solid months. And, with record breaking heat, many of those days were spent in triple digit temps-unheard of for the Central Coast.
In conjunction with harvest, this year my daughter joined AYSO soccer for the first time as a newbie U-12. One of my dearest barn buddies offered to coach her team and take her to practices, so how on earth could I say “No”??? Every single Saturday from August through November I played the soccer mom role, and also ended up being the steadfast snack bar gal before several games, as no other parent stepped up to help. Maycee LOVED playing soccer, and while I LOVED that she LOVED it, the season seemed never-ending, and lord knows I was one tired mom.
Through this busy-ness I realized something very important, however. No longer was I simply surviving my life. No longer was I so exhausted (at least not 24/7) that I couldn’t enjoy the harvest or enjoy the Saturday soccer games. Once upon an earlier time, say about five years ago, this was not the case. I often began each morning dreading the hours ahead, sometimes feeling as if my feet were made of lead, and putting one in front of the other appeared fruitless for the catastrophes to come.
Harvest was a blast being in and around all of the hustle and bustle for the first time, and soccer was a budding new experience (for both me and Maycee). Balance was fleeting during the past few months, but as the dust settled, the balance returned.
In a chaotic world in a country that thrives on instant gratification, the history of my single mom years has proven that patience and perseverance are key. The old addage, “Good things happen to those who wait.” rings true. Sure, rough things happen, as well. But, this is the seesaw of living. Keeping the faith when the mountain seems insurmountable is crucial. I know, and we all know, that life can change on a dime. Never once did self-pity project me forward into positive outcome.
I’m a single mother. I’ve been a single mom since 2008. I didn’t want to be a single mom. I didn’t choose this path, but it was laid before me. In the beginning I fought it, about a third of the way in (to present) I truly surrendered. Now I look back and feel gratitude for the struggle, for the scary moments, for the strength that came from nowhere, for each piece arrived me here today. Those who helped me along the way gave me hope and heart not only for my own situation but for humanity.
And, to those who said, “You can’t do this (to many different this’s)!” I retorted, “Yes, I can!” I did and I will.
So, thank you to all who read here and to my latest follower who inspired me to share once again.
Remember: life is short, and time is a-wastin’, so give a chuckle and don’t give up!