MOMS GONE YOLO
Whether it’s plotting corporate coups, “committing to” new hobbies, signing up for marathons, or discussing book ideas, there’s just something amusing and exhilarating about planning life on the back porch with your friends sipping box wine at midnight.
I’ve had many of these backyard board meetings over the years. The winner (so far), is the night my dear friend Mary challenged me to “remind her to invoke a YOLO attitude when she starts making excuses for not doing fun stuff. Seriously Candi, tell me to just do it.” You see, my friend was at a stage in her life where she was juggling earning her Ph.D., a full-time job, two toddlers, her needy friends (or, just me), the rest of her life, and (sometimes) her sanity.
A life that easily gets clogged with laundry, mopping floors, digging cheerios out of unnamed places, finger-painted walls and seriously considering asking the Lumineers for a Goo In Your Hair spin-off.
Being the awesome, single, child-free friend that I am, I accepted this challenge with devious glee. When we discussed doing a thing that required our attendance in public past our bedtimes, YOLO. Concert on a weeknight, YOLO. Plan a spontaneous trip abroad with her husband (sans toddlers), YOLO. Returning to CrossFit after having two kids, YOLO. Guitar lessons, YOLO. Every conversation we had started or ended with YOLO. It was (quite) annoying, but it worked. While the laundry list still raged on, life got a lot more exciting.
A few weeks into our outdated and dorky YOLO game, I received a surprising Snap from my friend with the goo hair. Her two-year-old, little miss Helen, was sporting a (tiny) neon pink cast!
Trying to live her best YOLO life, Mary decided to forget about her lengthy to-do list and stop by a (random) park on their way home one beautiful sunny day.
One trip down the slide, and our YOLO game was over.
Or, so I thought.
After a few days of pain and pity parties, it seemed Helen had enough of being left-out of all the fun. It was as if one morning she woke up and hit Reset. My brave little friend then carried on with her toddler business like a boss. She ran, she played, she sassed, she painted, she sang, she danced, all while sporting her neon pink cast and matching tutu.
She had that YOLO thing down.
Lesson Learned: It doesn’t matter if you’re 2, 32, or 82. It doesn’t matter what you’ve been through or what has happened to you. Living a YOLO life is a choice.
It’s your call. You can let life drag you down, blame someone or something for your misfortunes, or you can shake it off and dance, matching tutu and all.