Too deep for a Friday morning

My life is beginning to look incredibly familiar to the one my mom lead, oh, about 25 years ago...hmmm...I'm really not sure how I feel about that. Up with kids, taking to school, cleaning house, errands, running the budget, feeding everyone. I am a typical stay-at-home somebody. At times, it's a bit disconcerting. I miss the days where I did what I wanted, where I went to school for me and learned something, where I could up and go wherever I wanted. But now, it's not about me...it's not about myself...it's not about I. It's about them. And then I think, will I be able to get back to the I when it's just me again. As much as I still try and preserve my individuality with breaks and occasional work outside the home, my life still revolves around my family. And, at times, I miss myself. So, I long for who I was, love who I am, look forward to who I will be...and remember, it's all about the seasons of life. It's only for a season, and then the changing and moving of another season will force me to reevaluate who I really am and who God made me....