Hmmmm I've never blogged before. I've always envied women (including my Mom) who were able to keep impeccable journals. I could count on one finger how many successful journals I have had in my life. Oh wait, I don't even need one finger. I suck at journals. There's a pretty good chance I suck at blogging. But here I sit, determined to make sense of my thoughts and attempting to throw them into cyber space. Where to start...
7 months ago, I fell in love. Not with my husband... that happened close to a decade ago. But with my son, Mason. My amazing, smart, adorable, blue eyed boy. I've wanted to be a Mom for so long. For as long as I can remember... I guess I can thank my own amazing Mom for that. And my Dad for that matter. I had the perfect childhood. It was full of snow forts, hot summer days under the sprinkler and memorable birthday parties. I treasure my memories of Mom laying on the floor with me playing Chinese Checkers and walking me home from school. I had only 25 short years with Mom but a regret I will never have is how we spent our years together. I smile at my memories of Dad helping me build an airplane out of a soda bottle and teaching me to drive a car backwards around a homemade road course. What's my point? I had a pretty freaking good childhood. And I hope that I can give Mason all of that times a hundred.
I've learned a lot in 7 months. I've learned how much love my heart can hold for one human being. I've learned how hard parenthood really is. I've learned that you have to laugh... no matter what. Bills pile up, babies poop on you, dinners get burnt, babies pee on you, unsolicited advice gets thrown your way... it's hard. But it's all worth it. You just have to laugh. And you just have to hold on.
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