Rub me down

Day 65.

For Christmas my mom and dad gave me a gift certificate to the best massage therapist. She is in Champaign and I am lucky enough to go visit her once in awhile when I'm down visiting my parents. Her name is Laura and she works at Kane & Co. for anyone who needs to be transformed...

I am grateful for massage.

As a mother of young children you are constantly dealing with bodies. Bodily functions, bodies with rashes, bodies with fevers, feeding bodies, cleaning bodies, kissing their little bodies. It's a mixed blessing for sure. So, what a freaking treat to have someone focus on MY body for one full hour.

I spend 1/3 of my massage anticipating how amazing this will be. When she's doing the head, I'm thinking about how I can't wait until she does the ARMS! When she's doing the neck, I'm looking forward to the back. Then, by the time she gets to the arms...I've already resigned myself that it's 1/3 of the way over. I'm mourning that this feeling doesn't last forever. And then I somewhat forgo the enjoyment of the moment.

I'm not a glass-half-empty kind of person. But, with something I LOVE and ENJOY so immensely as this, it's almost too overwhelming in the midst of it - I just can't think of anything but how it doesn't last forever.

Nonetheless, I am still grateful. And believe me, I'll never turn down an opportunity for a massage, even if I do spend more time lamenting than rejoicing. In a way, I'm like this about my parenting sometimes. I look forward to spending time with my kids, plan for it, think about it, revel in it, and then freak out when I realize (when they are THREE) that they won't be home forever...that they are basically going to college tomorrow.