Today I flew all by myself somewhere for the first time in over a decade. (More details coming!) Unloading my purse/diaper bag was kind of a surreal experience. Out went the diapers, out went the wipes, out went the hairties, the crayons, the board books, the finger puppets, the spare outfit, and the sippy cup. By the time I was all finished, my purse was completely empty with the exception of my wallet, cell phone, and some chapstick.
For a moment I stood there quite dazed. Space for myself? I had no idea what to do with it. Over the years I've become so accustomed to worrying about the munchkins' needs that my own have been crowded out. Slowly, I started adding in a few personal items: a journal, an iPod, some pleasure reading, and a pack of blank thank yous. As I did so, I reminded myself that I won't always fill my purse with diapers. This stage of life, intense as it may be, is still fleeting. In moments when I feel like I have completely lost myself to motherhood, may I remember that some day there will be room in life's purse for other things.
The very last thing I did before leaving was to repack the wet wipes. After all, once you've discovered something great, there's no going back.
Love and hugs to all my great ones. My purse is rich because of you.