The first house Aaron and I lived in on our own as a married couple was actually on a street with this name. I remember noting the irony of the situation as this was also where we brought our first child home and coincidentally where I began my quite long stint as a stay-at-home mom. It seemed unlikely that the location of our home would live up to its name any time soon.
I pass Easy Street on a regular basis now, and when I do I think about just how easy life seemed in 2007 looking back from 2014. In fact, I think about how easy life seemed in 2011 when I had 3 kids instead of 4, and 2 of them couldn’t walk or talk. But definitely in the moment it did not feel that way.
The truth is, things have never felt easy to me at any time along the timeline of my life. At some point, there have always been goodbyes, mean babysitters, unfair politics, moves, change, breakups, illness, loneliness, crushed expectations, sleepless nights, difficulty—
The opposite of ease.
But it really is all about perspective. Of course now the idea of moving to a new house as a 10 year old who has absolutely no part in the moving process seems like a piece of cake. No signing closing papers or writing a giant check or packing up decades worth of memories. Just get in the car.
Of course now the thought of deciding between this boy or that boy seems like such a joke, when obviously I wasn’t going to end up with either one. Plus one of them is fat and also bald now.
Of course now that goodbye moment with my dad at the airport (while still always a tearjerker) is not the end of my entire life. A year passes a lot quicker now than it did when I was 7. Or 12. Or 18.
Of course that 15 hours I spent at the audition for So You Think You Can Dance that got me nowhere would not have gotten me anywhere even if I HAD made it to the final cut. Where are the winners now?
Of course that night when I stayed up all night wanting to scream and cry and throw stuff while trying to get a crying infant to go back to sleep ultimately didn’t effect my future sleep habits. She sleeps for 11 hours a night now.
But think about all the memories I have now because of those trying times. And all the LOVE! Sure, I could have decided not to have 4 children. I’m pretty sure no one ever told me it was going to be easy and somehow people are still having kids. No 75 year old woman ever says, “I wish I didn’t have all these *%!# kids”, but a LOT of people have told me, “Raising young kids is going to be one of the hardest times of your life, but when its over you will have a big, loving family!”
And somehow I think that, even without the kids, difficulty would have found a way into my life in some other form.