I’m going to give you a peek inside my purse.
Actually, it’s not literally a peek. I meant that figuratively. It’s more of a list.
Today at the doctor’s office I was searching through my purse. The things that I found there made me smile, and struck me as a little snapshot of what my life is full of right now:
An inch-thick stack of insurance cards, with the one I need always seeming to be at the bottom.
A pair of very small flip-flops
A pitch pipe
A chapstick with bite marks in the top
A fairly large collection of cub scout awards
Several grocery receipts, each of which is about 3 ft long
A stale pack of gum that I didn’t know was there
Somebody's pocketknife- not sure whose
Assorted painkillers of varying strengths
A few tissues and napkins - mostly unused
Two pair of sunglasses that have too many scratches to see through
And a wallet that is never quite as full as I wish it was.
Noticeably absent were diapers and wipes. I was keeping my fingers crossed that I didn’t need them.
My inspiration for this record of my days:
“The biggest mistake I made [as a parent] is the one that most of us make. . . . I did not live in the moment enough. This is particularly clear now that the moment is gone, captured only in photographs. There is one picture of [my three children] sitting in the grass on a quilt in the shadow of the swing set on a summer day, ages six, four, and one. And I wish I could remember what we ate, and what we talked about, and how they sounded, and how they looked when they slept that night. I wish I had not been in such a hurry to get on to the next thing: dinner, bath, book, bed. I wish I had treasured the doing a little more and the getting it done a little less” -Anna Quindlen