The matter which brings the greatest joy to me today is that we are no longer sick, and since everyone has been sick, the looming possibility of sick no longer plagues my meditating psyche.
As the morning routine creeps up on me and I make my way into the living room to change that baby diaper I want to scream Hallelujah and dance my happy dance that I only change one baby and no longer two each day! Diapers are far from the greatest struggle I face as a mother but I cannot contain my joy at having that work cut in half.
I'm trying to get ready for Halloween. And Christmas. I love holidays. The weather is changing. I enjoyed fall. Now my house is freezing cold at 68, the sky is cloudy and I don't know how I can run with two babes in the rain and snow and simultaneously avoid child abuse charges.
I love running in the rain. That's a post for another day.
Now to clarify. A couple posts ago I sought to express my deeper appreciation and zest for my calling in life. It may have seemed that I was saying things are good now for the first time in life. Not so, I have always been blessed with a good life. When John and I first tied the not and moved into our first apartment, I thought we must share something so special and unique and that if others felt the same way about each other there would be no divorce, no marital sorrow in this world.
I loved being a Mom when Thomas was first born, but a part of me was dying to make way for my new me to be created. My old self was disintegrating and a new me had been born, a me I didn't yet know. When a baby is born, so is a mother. That can be a beautiful, and sometimes painful process of self discovery. Life is good. It has always been good. As I discover meaning to life's questions it gets gooder.
In my current pursuits I am finally growing up as a mother. Conclusions are beginning to form, my motherhood adolescence is ripening and I feel like a new woman.
And so, without any further ado, I am going to kick off a motherhood blog series, complete with guest authors. First I will write about what I wish I knew, or what I learned that I didn't really know, or what I learned I needed to learn that I didn't completely learn when I was a newlywed. Or Marriage is the Biggest Mirror You Will Ever Look Into. So I'll start it off with marriage and newlywedom, and follow it up with A Mother is Born, and then guest authors will be introduced.
In the midst of the Motherhood Series, I'll try to keep you updated on our lives, birthdays, holidays, half-marathons, etc as usual. Which might mean not as frequently you or I would like, but occasionally.
Stay Tuned!
If you are interested in being a guest blogger go ahead and email me at pgmstr at gmail.
As the morning routine creeps up on me and I make my way into the living room to change that baby diaper I want to scream Hallelujah and dance my happy dance that I only change one baby and no longer two each day! Diapers are far from the greatest struggle I face as a mother but I cannot contain my joy at having that work cut in half.
I'm trying to get ready for Halloween. And Christmas. I love holidays. The weather is changing. I enjoyed fall. Now my house is freezing cold at 68, the sky is cloudy and I don't know how I can run with two babes in the rain and snow and simultaneously avoid child abuse charges.
I love running in the rain. That's a post for another day.
Now to clarify. A couple posts ago I sought to express my deeper appreciation and zest for my calling in life. It may have seemed that I was saying things are good now for the first time in life. Not so, I have always been blessed with a good life. When John and I first tied the not and moved into our first apartment, I thought we must share something so special and unique and that if others felt the same way about each other there would be no divorce, no marital sorrow in this world.
I loved being a Mom when Thomas was first born, but a part of me was dying to make way for my new me to be created. My old self was disintegrating and a new me had been born, a me I didn't yet know. When a baby is born, so is a mother. That can be a beautiful, and sometimes painful process of self discovery. Life is good. It has always been good. As I discover meaning to life's questions it gets gooder.
In my current pursuits I am finally growing up as a mother. Conclusions are beginning to form, my motherhood adolescence is ripening and I feel like a new woman.
And so, without any further ado, I am going to kick off a motherhood blog series, complete with guest authors. First I will write about what I wish I knew, or what I learned that I didn't really know, or what I learned I needed to learn that I didn't completely learn when I was a newlywed. Or Marriage is the Biggest Mirror You Will Ever Look Into. So I'll start it off with marriage and newlywedom, and follow it up with A Mother is Born, and then guest authors will be introduced.
In the midst of the Motherhood Series, I'll try to keep you updated on our lives, birthdays, holidays, half-marathons, etc as usual. Which might mean not as frequently you or I would like, but occasionally.
Stay Tuned!
If you are interested in being a guest blogger go ahead and email me at pgmstr at gmail.
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Yah for a motherhood blog series!!!