Three people living off of one income is hard. It's no joke. But amidst the monthly budgeting, sacrificing of the latest trends in fashion I spotted on Pinterest, and choosing the Mac & Cheese instead of that In-N-Out burger...again, I, a former shopaholic, have just one lesson that I want to share with you today:
Money doesn't buy you time.
Nor can you substitute it.
The other day, some friends of ours told us about their plans for their day off. Plans that didn't involve their kid.
Now granted, I cherish these friends. And I know parents need their "me" time or a "date night" or just need to time to grocery shop without worrying that their toddler will drop the can of spaghetti sauce on aisle 7. And I know, I don't know every part of their lives or see how their lives unfold day in and day out.
But their comment left a sour taste in my mouth. And made my heart hurt a little for their kid.
Maybe it was the delivery of it all. Or maybe it was my jealousy.
Because time is precious. Time is sacred. Time is a blessing. And time is not promised.
There have been so many things I wish I had the money for to buy Michael. Or I would stress out about being able to provide the best for him, being able to pay the tuition for future school and (gasp) college, to be able to allow him to join all the sports leagues his heart desires, or to simply pay for next year's Disneyland Annual Pass.
But just looking back at his two years of life, I don't wish I had money to buy those things. I actually wish I had more time. To cherish those special moments. I wish my husband could experience what I see everyday. How Michael grows and changes every second. I wish my Dad had more time to meet Michael. I wish my Mother-in-law had more time to see how he's really counting now. I wish my Mom had more time to not have to work, but to spend it with her 2 growing grand kids.
But our friends have that time. And I judged them.
I judged them because I wouldn't say that. Because I wish I had more time like they do.