Sometimes It Pours

Sometimes I feel like everything happens at once. First, I have very expensive dental issues. Next, the car needs a new battery and brake hose. More dental issues (wisdom tooth). Then, my brother needs to crash at my place. I'm feeling a little overwhelmed and stressed and I'm in pain from surgery (wisdom tooth).

I want to cry. I want to shout and scream and throw things (at people). But of that will do anything to better my situation. All I can do is suck it up and hold myself together until my world can be put right.

On a (slightly) unrelated note, I hope Andrew Hogsten gets kicked (hard) in the teeth by someone wearing steel-toed boots. That is all.

Mother's Day

Mother’s day, a time to celebrate all that moms are. They are our whole world, our providers, our protectors. They give us all the love they have and never ask for anything in return. Being a mom is a gift, a privilege, the most fulfilling job you will ever do.

In my case, the role of mother was portrayed by my grandmother. She was my light, my best friend, she believe I could take on the world. She loved me more than anyone ever has. She molded my personality and formed my beliefs. Without her, I would not be the person I am today. I am independent, confident, and always stand up for what I believe in.

Over the past month, all I have been able to think of is being a mom. I dream about it. I don’t think I’ve ever wanted anything more. I could list dozens of reasons why I shouldn’t wait, but I know I should. I need to finish preparing my life for motherhood, for the responsibility of forming someone’s life. I know caring for an infant will be difficult, but I’m ready and up for the challenge. I want to share the kind of love a parent can only have for a child, the unconditional support and unyielding devotion. I want to share this experience with my husband and bask in the miracle of creating something as complex as a human being. I want to create a family, something that’s only been a dream to me.

So all you mothers out there, please devote yourself to your children. Love them more you could ever imagine loving anyone. Treat them as the precious gifts they are and never take them for granted. I only wish my mother could show a fraction of the caring that I have seen. I wish my grandmother were alive so that I could thank her, again, for meaning so much to me and giving me what every child deserves.

Mothers, without you, there is nothing.