Your story is touching and it caused me to smile. Thank you for sharing. My son makes me smile and he really is my reason for going on a lot of the time. It's nice to look at something good in the midst of all the sadness
Thank you for sharing with us. What a great story. It shows us how much we have to look forward to, how much we've done over the years and how much we should be proud of ourselves. We've all accomplished a great deal, even if it doesn't seem so apparent.
there are things that are so wonderful in life that they fill you with such emotion and overspill in tears. Thinking about the birth of my first child does that to me. I had an okay pregnancy and was about toembark into parenthood. Absolutely, with no experience. I sometimes saw my sister as a child 8 years my junior, I played with my cousin 3 years younger but I never held a baby. I never fed and cared for someone _completely- helpless. And what if I were ill? I had had a major depressive episode before and the Baby-blues were a strong possibility... I worried for two months. And out came this big healthy baby. He taught me his language. He was patient and soft and easy with me. We learned a lot together.
And when I think of all our lessons in the past 10 years I am amazed at how I had so many questions and how he answered me. I am amazed that I always found the strenght to be there for him. I am amazed that he is not there for me! His gentle kisses for an exhausted mom, his bear-hugs for a discouraged parent. His easy laughter when I am at wits end. I did not learn to be caring and loving from my parents but from a modge-podge of adults that crossed paths with me over the years. I am amazed that each and every moment and each uttered word is now bieng used by me to its most to teach my children to grow-up into fine adults.
I was looking at a friend's pictures of her daughter. It was the daughter's grad-night. My friend was so proud of her difficult daughter. My friend was radient as she talked about the hours of prep and the beauty for her baby all grown up. And in approximately 11 years (11 christmas times, and 11 000 scraped kness and elbows and 11 birthday cakes) it will be my little girl's turn. MY difficult baby that came 5.5 weeks too early and at a tiny 2.5kg. With her allergies at birth that made breast-feeding her a real chore. This tiny spit-fire that embodies all the energy of Tiamat will be ready to be presented to the world as a young woman... in a dress up gown and grand-ma's fancy shoes with a princess diadem and gloves... Papa's little girl who was frenching Laurent at the pouponiere at 9 months and Papa warned the educator - none of that till 25!!! Papa's little girl who was dancing on his shoulders Monday night at the st-jean festivities and cried at 11pm because she wanted to continue the PPPaaartyyyy...
talking about the little one I have to try to wash the tub now. She put 24 bath oil pearls in 3 different scents into her bubble bath and the tub is slick enough to skate in... (hey don't laugh each pearl was 50 cents and there was blackberry, vanilla, and peach scents - it was the price of celopatra's bath with the stink of something living under the balcony).
