Stuff to Do

I have two mothers. First, there's the woman who gave birth to me, and for the first 19 years of my life, was the only mother I knew. Her part in my story isn't finished, though she might pretend otherwise. I hope and pray for reconciliation between us, but that is entirely up to her. Then there's the woman who became my mom when I was 20. The woman who had many 'bathroom chats' with me, about life-altering decisions. Don't ask me why they always occur in the bathroom, they just do. She taught me to drive. She's the mom who walked down the aisle with me when I got married the first time, the one who was there for me when it all fell apart. The one who traveled to Texas to help me start rebuilding my life. The one who was generous enough to open her home (and heart) to my new boyfriend (and now husband!), and was there to celebrate my marriage to him. She was there to celebrate with us when we fell pregnant the first time, and a short time later, she dried my...

But I'll keep writing anyway. I'd signed up for this writing challenge, to post once a day - and because of the time difference, I messed it up and missed a day. Oh well. It's not like I don't have enough to keep me busy, after all! And really, since I walk around composing things in my head non-stop (what? Don't you ALL do that?), it's not like I haven't been writing - just haven't put fingers to keyboard. Back to Bible study today, hooray!!! Now off for a cup of tea and some breakfast. Catch you later! XO, Sarah

But It is my family, and at this point, you don't get to decide how many babies we have. I may not have wanted this child before, but I'll fight anyone who says he or she shouldn't be born because the world is overpopulated enough. Maybe it will be hard - and maybe it won't. Maybe the birth will be hard - and maybe it won't. Maybe we'll have a boy - or maybe a girl. Maybe this, Maybe that. In the light of reality, all those 'maybes' don't matter to me. The reality is that this child is here, he or she is loved, wanted, and cherished, and today, that's enough. I refuse to worry about 6 months from now. It's pointless. And maybe, just maybe, that's the way it's supposed to be. XO, Sarah

May be. I hope that May will be a month of gratitude. Of waking up each morning and thanking God for every single thing in my life. From the breath in my lungs, to the smell of wet dog in my bathroom. From the little people who call out "Mooom, come wipe my bottom!?!?", to the sound of my baby 'talking' to her toy squeaking chick. From the desperate hunger for fast food that turns into nausea when I actually eat it. From the sun rising, to the moon which takes its place. That I would be more aware of the world around me, and more thankful for it. That I would SEE more, FEEL more. BE more, and DO less. That I would notice small things, and appreciate them as big. Thanks for listening, Sarah