How a Huey Lewis Song Helped Me Find Peace in My Life

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You know that classic Huey Lewis tune asking “Is this it?” Well, as I listen to it now, I’m pondering the same question. Flashback to 1985: I’m jamming out in my room, unaware that one day I’d be coaching a soccer team struggling with a lack of challenge. Honestly, I don’t think I even knew what soccer was back then!

Fast forward to me sharing this strange little saga with my husband, Mark. He’s completely oblivious to my inner turmoil. I get it, though. We have a backhoe parked in the driveway for a huge drainage project that’s bound to cost a fortune. As we sit in the dining room, our kids are buzzing about their day, discussing tryouts and goals, while I catch Mark gazing outside. I can’t help but wonder if he’s reflecting on the same song from his childhood. Did 1985 Mark ever think he’d be eating hotdogs on a Wednesday night, pondering whether we can handle this massive project? Is this it?

In the kitchen, I watch my kids as we transition into “Roundup,” the chaotic evening routine. It’s a whirlwind of lunch box checks, dinner clean-up, coffee brewing, and pet care, while the kids scramble into their PJs. This is supposed to be a soothing time, but I’ve come across countless Pinterest tips showing serene bedtime stories. Let’s be real—I’ve never nailed that peaceful evening vibe. Even as babies, it was always loud and often ended in tears. At least now they can dress themselves.

Taking our dog out for her last stroll, I’m still mulling over the soccer situation. I had promised my younger self I wouldn’t get overly invested in my kids’ achievements, but it’s so easy to slip into that mindset. I want my children to thrive, but that desire must come from them, not me. The real challenge in parenting? Teaching them that motivation should come from within, not from outside pressures. And honestly, eight years ago, I would’ve told you that potty training was my biggest hurdle. Perspective really does change everything.

As I finish the walk (which, let’s be honest, was just a jaunt to the backyard and back), I picture my daughter grinning on the soccer field, even if our team doesn’t win. Just last week, she asked if she could hang out with her cousins. That thought brings me a sense of accomplishment—maybe I’m on the right track.

Maybe when I was dancing to Huey Lewis in my purple room back in ’85, I was unknowingly dreaming of moments like these. Sure, the specifics were fuzzy, but the essence was there. If I could get my twins to sleep through the night, surely I can tackle this phase of parenthood, often referred to as “the middle.” Some days are messier than others, but that’s the reality. It’s the groundwork I’ve laid over the years, setting the stage for the teen years ahead where things should really be solid.

Back inside, reality hits hard. In my brief absence, a typical sibling squabble has escalated into yelling, crying, and pinching. I trudge upstairs, listening to the shower where Mark is pretending he doesn’t hear the chaos. Our dog, in a mischievous mood, has taken a beloved stuffed animal and hidden it. The screaming resumes. I tuck the kids into bed, redoing my seven-year-old’s bedding for the umpteenth time. After goodnight kisses, I retreat to the living room with my phone and a glass of pinot. Soon, Mark and I will place bets on which child will struggle to sleep and which one forgot their homework. We’ll recap the day and make plans for tomorrow—maybe even dream a little about the future. And in those moments, I realize I’ve found my answer to Huey Lewis’s question.

In summary, music has a way of connecting us to our past while helping us navigate our present. Whether it’s about soccer, parenting, or life, we all have our own “this is it” moments that shape our journey. For more insights on home insemination and parenting, check out some great resources like this one and this one for guidance.