My mom pointed out that I never told you which year I’d re-live.
I think it would be the year that I was pregnant. 2008.
I guess starting in January. I loved being pregnant. Then, later, I loved having my brand-new expanded family. Though to do it again, I’d have taken another week off before school ended. And I’d have seen a few movies while I was home before I gave birth. I also probably would not re-do going on vacation with a six-week-old. Other than that, it was a grand year. I loved giving birth. I loved being home with my baby. I loved it all. (I realize that I would not enjoy the anxiety and uncertainty part of being pregnant again, but I would do it.)
Those of you who commented thought I’d choose this past year. And it has been a nice one. But once your second child starts moving of his or her own accord, as Trucker did at 10 months, all bets are off. It has literally been a blur of running around pulling dangerous things out of his mouth or taking him down from the dangerous place he has climbed to, all while trying to follow the plot line of a four-year-old’s stories, which in itself is a minor feat. So though this year has been fun, it has been exhausting. I don’t really need to do it again.
Which year would you live over?
BTW, my good friend, Nethermede has started her own blog. She is an excellent person, as well as a good writer. You may want to check it out.