Monday, October 29, 2007
Halloween
So, Halloween is just two evenings away... I need a costume! I have no money and a complete lack of creativity, along with issues with my body. Basically, I need help. Please post costume ideas that are simple and homemade. If I had the cash, I'd just go and buy a pair of scrubs. HELP!!
I'm back
You probably already noticed this, but I'm back at least a little bit. I decided to start posting again when I feel I have something I need to say. Maybe it will be comical, maybe sad, maybe serious. I have no clue yet. I hope people will return to read, but if not it's okay because this is for me. I need to go get everyone ready for school now, so maybe I'll post something later.
Saturday, October 27, 2007
Just Thinking
I've been "just thinking" the last couple of days. Yes, I do think about things everyday, but I know that everyone has those special days when they reflect. I've spent the last few days trying to figure out if I'm actually content not having any more children. The reason for these thoughts... I spend way too much time reading other people's blogs.
I have three wonderful children, each at their own unique stage in life. Nick is quickly becoming a pre-teen and this stage has so many wonderful things about it. He now has his first crush, actually crushes. He's extremely self-sufficient. He understands right from wrong and (sometimes) thinks of others before himself. He enjoys being kind and giving, but unfortunately he is also now learning what it feels like to be hurt.
Moira just turned 7. I can't tell you how cool this is. She loves her sense of style even if it doesn't match everyone else's. She tries to be so grownup, but loves being a little kid. She is beginning to understand the greatness of friendship and the hurt of a bad friend. Best of all, she's still not too big to accept a hug and kiss from her mom in front of her friends or sharing stories of how great her dad is.
Aiden is almost 4; we're actually less than a month away from that. He's no longer my baby and I've asked him politely to quit having birthdays. His dad and I have informed him that he is no longer allowed to grow up. He just laughs and reminds us that soon he'll be four. He's a complete sponge for information. He serenades me with songs from High School Musical 2, because I am the music in him. He knows how to write his name and do simple addition. He still wants kisses on his booboos and to cuddle when he's tired.
I don't think I can accurately explain how much I love my children. I still tuck each of them in at night and remind them that no matter how old they are, they will always be my babies. I try to make them feel secure and safe no matter what the world throws at us. I hope I make them feel like the most special people in the world, even though sometimes I feel like a failure. I want nothing more for them than to grow up and be happy with their lives; whether it be single, married, or in between. I care nothing of what their careers will be, as long as they are giving of heart. What can I say, except that I'm a mom?
Am I done having children? Yes. Is it of my own choosing? Not necessarily. My body has decided that I am done having children. Does this anger me? Sometimes. I miss the first smile of a newborn and the giggle of a toddler, but God has blessed me with three things that no one else has, my kids. Well, I guess one other person has them too and that would be my husband. If he ever reads this, I want him to know that my life would be nothing without him and our family. I can never show him enough gratitude for the life he has blessed me with.
I have three wonderful children, each at their own unique stage in life. Nick is quickly becoming a pre-teen and this stage has so many wonderful things about it. He now has his first crush, actually crushes. He's extremely self-sufficient. He understands right from wrong and (sometimes) thinks of others before himself. He enjoys being kind and giving, but unfortunately he is also now learning what it feels like to be hurt.
Moira just turned 7. I can't tell you how cool this is. She loves her sense of style even if it doesn't match everyone else's. She tries to be so grownup, but loves being a little kid. She is beginning to understand the greatness of friendship and the hurt of a bad friend. Best of all, she's still not too big to accept a hug and kiss from her mom in front of her friends or sharing stories of how great her dad is.
Aiden is almost 4; we're actually less than a month away from that. He's no longer my baby and I've asked him politely to quit having birthdays. His dad and I have informed him that he is no longer allowed to grow up. He just laughs and reminds us that soon he'll be four. He's a complete sponge for information. He serenades me with songs from High School Musical 2, because I am the music in him. He knows how to write his name and do simple addition. He still wants kisses on his booboos and to cuddle when he's tired.
I don't think I can accurately explain how much I love my children. I still tuck each of them in at night and remind them that no matter how old they are, they will always be my babies. I try to make them feel secure and safe no matter what the world throws at us. I hope I make them feel like the most special people in the world, even though sometimes I feel like a failure. I want nothing more for them than to grow up and be happy with their lives; whether it be single, married, or in between. I care nothing of what their careers will be, as long as they are giving of heart. What can I say, except that I'm a mom?
Am I done having children? Yes. Is it of my own choosing? Not necessarily. My body has decided that I am done having children. Does this anger me? Sometimes. I miss the first smile of a newborn and the giggle of a toddler, but God has blessed me with three things that no one else has, my kids. Well, I guess one other person has them too and that would be my husband. If he ever reads this, I want him to know that my life would be nothing without him and our family. I can never show him enough gratitude for the life he has blessed me with.
