Yesterday was the night before we played for hours outside with the neighborhood kids after spending what seemed like forever looking for the kids shoes.
What is it about a story that starts with, “The night before…”?
Sometimes, it has no significance. The rest of the story could be about the day that was normal and uneventful. Other times, it has so much meaning that we know that the rest of the story could be dramatic or even life changing.
Tonight is one that is scary and unfamiliar. It will be remembered as the night before my 2 year old daughter had to undergo an important test for her health. The stress is all mine and her daddy’s. She laughs, plays, and goes on with the purpose of annoying her older brother. I am hating this kind of night before where I know some of what is to happen tomorrow and other things that I am in the dark about. Parenting takes on a whole new kind of night before stories.
My mind wanders…
Flashbacks to so many different kinds of nights play in my head.
I was going to meet a guy the next day. We were being set up on a date by a mutual friend. I personally thought it was going to add to my disaster of collected blind dates. The plan was to write a humorous book about all of them and make a lot of money.
Instead, that became the night before I met my husband.
I leaned against my pillows; still awake replaying every little thing that could go wrong. It seemed never ending. I got up and walked aimlessly around the apartment. Chatting on the computer to random friends who were still online, I poured out my feelings of anxiety. Knowing everything was going to be ultimately what I wanted, I finally started picturing the dress, the music, and the man in my heart.
It was the night before my wedding.
The internet is a dangerous place sometimes. I searched the same procedures and tests over and over. I read all kinds of heartbreaking stories from people. I looked at the happy ones too but had so much doubt that it could happen to me. The tears just fell and it seemed like they would never stop. My husband tried to hold me and tell me it would all be okay. I wanted so badly to believe him.
It was the night before my first appointment at the fertility clinic.
Just when I thought I had finally gotten comfortable, I felt something pop. I jumped out of bed yelling, “what the f*@#k??!!” and the water started coming down my leg.
I was in labor three days after my due date and this was the night before I had my first child.
I packed a bag full of things to take… not only for me but for my son as well. I set out my outfit all ready to go. The lunch was in the fridge. I went up to bed early so I could get a good night’s sleep. The alarm was set.
This was the night before my maternity leave was over and he entered the world of daycare.
The hospital seemed quiet. I watched my daughter sleep while my husband snored away from the cot. I thought about how we were going home in the morning.
This would be the night before we were officially a family of 4 in our own home.
What will tomorrow night’s night before bring?
For this mom, I am hoping it is one where we wake up, eat waffles, and not have to worry about anything except finding where all the shoes are.
What is your night before story?
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