Motherhood is more than carrying a child in your womb for 9 months. Motherhood is more than daily wiping of noses, cleaning of faces, filling of bellies. Motherhood is more than driving, shopping, cleaning, cooking. Motherhood is part of being a Woman, but not all of it. It is part of growing up, for some of us. It is conducive to gaining appreciation, but not for everyone. I was still a child myself, really, when I became a Mother. Joshua and I did a lot of growing up together. We both learned a lot about sacrifice. I learned how to say good-bye to him in the morning, he learned that separation from Mother wasn't such a bad thing after all. Especially since he got to go to Grandma's house (which, sorry Disney, was the happiest place on earth). I learned I could love someone until my heart might burst and be completely enraged at the same time. He learned that the wrinkling of my forehead was not a good sign for anyone. We learned a lot about time, more specifically abo...
My husband and I decided we need to make a plan. Actually, 4 plans. And, actually - if I'm being honest - it was really my idea and he's just coming along for the ride because that's how it usually goes. And I'm not sure that sounds quite like what I mean. But, I digress. We need 4 plans. We don't have 4 plans and we're not sure what's going to be in those 4 plans. But, right now we're thinking 4 plans. Plan 1: Budget/money/spending. We have struggled with this for all 20 years of our marriage. We've been bailed out, scooped up, helped out ... and still, we struggle. So, this plan is at the top of the list of plans. Plan 2: Shoot - I already forgot plan 2. Plan 3: To move or not to move, that is the question. To move where and how and when? We're leaning a particular direction, but...big decisions are hard. Also, do we store our stuff or get rid of it or move it? Plan 4: Double shoot - I forgot...
I'm 32 years old and I still believe in you. Each year I struggle with the idea of selling Santa to my kids, I wonder if they'll be angry when they find out I've imagined your existence. And each year I'm reminded, in subtle ways, why I do it. Sure, there's the bonus of tricking my kids into good behavior - after all Santa is always watching. But that's not it, not really. Right now there are a lot of 'ughs' and 'ohs' and 'too soon's go 'round. Christmas carols already? Aisles filled with ornaments and wrappings and ribbons when we haven't even cut the turkey yet? Ugh, oh, too soon! But, Santa, you embody all that is good and right in the human being. You are kind and gentle, happy and generous, hard working and persistent. You don't let little things get you down, in fact they prop you up (go elves go!). You're overweight, but who cares? You don't see color, race, religion, or any of those artificial...
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