Take me back to growing up on the farm
Where chores were part of daily life and freedom to roam and play was the norm.
When Sunday School was never missed and going to school was an adventure.
When junior high awkwardness and “fitting in” was everything, and high school cockiness, maturity and confidence followed.
Let me return to my college dorm, my first taste of freedom, where the biggest worries were matching bedspreads and cramming for exams, or whether I had enough cash for chili and grilled cheese at the Union.
Take me back to my wedding day, where after 4 long years we could finally be together, to the early years where grocery bills were twenty dollars a week, and friends came to visit with cheap wine and folding chairs.
Take me back to my first job which became a thirty-four year career and where (almost) every moment was enjoyable and fulfilling.
Take me back to my first pregnancy, followed by a lost little one, followed by two more ending happily. Let me return to watch them grow. Feeling joyful, fearful, guilty, unsure about parenting, realizing my attempts were well-meaning but not perfect.
Take me back to those simpler times
Times which rushed by too quickly
let me return to knowing that I need to enjoy each simple moment as it happens.
Take me back.