Saturday Night Life

There used to be a time when you would find me on the dance floor right about now.  Surrounded by beautiful people, good friends and a drink or two. Now, I look up from my perch on the sofa and spot a plastic car, a big pink chair and a stack of board books on the coffee table. And I am content with my surroundings. Now, don't get me wrong, every once in a while I get the itch to go out.  But, part of becoming a mami was the deep understanding and comfort with the fact that my life would never be the same.  That the things that mattered to me before don't much matter to me now.

Instead of picking out a nice outfit tonight, I cuddled with my frog princess.  At a time when I'd normally be putting on my make up and listening to music in preparation for the dance floor, I was singing a soft lullaby as my baby girl sang along with me.  I fell asleep next to her when, in the past, I would've been making my way to some VIP area in a fancy club to meet my friends.  Instead, I nestled Clifford (or 'ford as she call him) under me while she tucked her burp cloth up against her chin in the same way.  And, I've never been happier.

As a mami, there are many things that I had to give up.  Many things that I had to sacrifice.  By far, giving up my Saturday night life was the easiest.  Because the temporary pleasure I used to get from being out and about, rubbing elbows with the beautiful people don't come close to comparing to the permanent bond that I make in that bed, with that child, rubbing up against one beautiful little girl and one big red dog.

What does your Saturday night life consist of? And, how do you feel about it?