They don't have to be Olympians, but I really want to be a mom. Hardest job in the world, best job in the world.
It's a boy. I actually came to blogger to write about something else, but then I realized I haven't announced that I did, in fact, birth my child, and he did, in fact, make it here, which I'm not making light of. It is a fact I repeat to myself often. He is here, we made it. I am his mother and Eric is his father. He is a person and he learns every day. While it is easy to see him for what he is most right now, which is CUTE , he is also mellow and funny and happy, observant and sometimes timid, and sometimes noisy, aware and eager to grow. It is an amazingly wonderful and spiritual thing and I'm grateful every day for my son and the opportunity to raise him each day. I have had too many close to home tragedies recently to take this for granted. My dear neighbor and friend lost her son at 4 years old, an unexplainable accident that took him home to Heavenly Father. Another, my sister's closest friend, lost her son at 39 weeks pregnant, his body born to his famil...
I'm crying!!! Loved that. Thanks for sharing!!
ReplyDeleteOh Holly! Thank you - My tears needed a little draining. I have struggled so much with Mothers day for the last 10 years, a feeling I am sure you are familiar with as well. Anytime you want/need to just scream at something let me know. I remember those days, the days when there was really nothing you could do about the situation but wait for the next step. Hang in there girly! You are going to be an amazing mother! I just know it!
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