Daily Archives: May 31, 2007

Mother, Interrupted

Malia pictureWell it’s been awhile since I had to opportunity to actually sit down and write anything. I had wanted to post actual thoughts on JBelle’s birthday but I was weary, overwhelmed and brain-dead when I got to the computer later that day (Sat 5/26) so I went the lazy route and just posted those pictures. I’ve had so much on my mind the past several days, I’m not sure I even know where to begin!

I’m sort of missing my old blog. I really did want to change direction with my posting, be more focused on topics and less random than I was at the old place. But I do miss, from time to time, putting up posts of just random thoughts, musings and ramblings. I could still do that here, but I already feel like I dominate this co-authored blog. And I knew that David would not post as much as I am prone to do, however I still sometimes feel that when I’ve posted several times in a row, without a post from him, that I’m “talking” too much.

But right now I feel I’m in need of some heavy duty encouragement. Y’all…parenting sucks sometimes. Tonight I’m feeling like the biggest failure in parenting ever to walk the earth. Nothing earth shattering has happened, it’s just been another day of endless frustrations, whining, disobedience and disrespect…and that was just from the dog! (Well at least I still have my sense of humor.) The silver lining is that, thankfully, I’m not alone. I’m so glad that I have David, that we have each other, to lean on and provide support, back-up, reality checks and constructive criticism (which sucks but it’s crucial).

Children are natural mimics; they act like their parents in spite of every effort to teach them good manners. –Author Unknown

So here I sit, children nestled all snug in their beds, a cold glass of my adult beverage of choice by my side, it’s quiet and I can actually think, no distractions, no one needing me for anything and I can’t even figure out what I want to write about. I just know that when I tuck my children into bed at night and I watch JBelle as she prays and I look into The GMan’s eyes while I sing to him, that somehow, someway, it’s worth all the heartache.


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