Beautiful sunsets on beaches. Exotic outdoor markets. Coffee at a luxury hotel. Picnics in a park. Shopping in places with names I can’t pronounce. Pictures of airport lounges, and first class seats on a plane, off to yet another far flung destination.
Pretty clothes, long tanned legs, and gorgeous effortless hairdos. Events, parties and weddings. Dresses fitting slim waists, no signs of unsightly bulges, and makeup impeccable. Sparkly shoes with impossibly high heels, tiny clutch handbags holding the latest iPhone.
Pool parties with equally gorgeous friends. Drinks at night at the newest rooftop bar. Book launches, art gallery openings, marathons in different countries, charity work all over Asia, and work trips to faraway lands.
These are the images I see on my Facebook and Instagram feeds.
These are my friends, some, my family, and their lives all seem so much more: bigger, sparklier, more exciting and glamorous, than my every day life.
I look at yet another picture of my former model friend, in her signature celebrity sunglasses, long legs and half-smile, living it up.
I stalk another friend’s news feed on her latest adventures in travel, bag-making and entrepreneurship, and envy her carefree life.
I see updates from my former school friend, jetting off every month to Japan, Australia, Vietnam, half-coveting her job.
All this, from my side of life. Mostly stay-at-home mother of two, one in preschool, the other with me 24/ 7. A small but slowly-growing business which I can work on in my own time. Driving to and from home for school pickups, errands, speech therapy, regular pediatrician appointments, weekly grocery shopping trips, and occasional solo jaunts to hide in a cafe and read. My look consisting of loose cotton tees, yoga pants, flip flops, and if I’m lucky, a good hair day. My jet-setting, high-heel-wearing days are long over.
Do I wish I could be them for a second? Do I want their lives for just an evening?
As glittery as the ‘other side’ is, my side is pretty awesome. I have two boys, who are healthy, and happy. I have not missed a single day of their lives so far. I was there for all their milestones. I still am, for the milestones to come.
Staying home with them is not a sacrifice, it’s a privilege. I wouldn’t trade my everyday life for theirs.
They could be looking at my Facebook news feed, and wishing they could have my life of smooshy hugs and sloppy kisses.
Who could resist these two?
I am so, so very lucky and blessed.
Have you ever looked to the other side and wondered, what if?