No Wordless Wednesdays today… I was going to post a pic/entry about Logan’s birthday yesterday, but it turns out my digital camera is out of power, so I can’t download from work. I’ll do it from home tonight.
Jerry Falwell
Rev. Jerry Falwell Dies At 73
LYNCHBURG, Va. — A Liberty University executive said the Rev. Jerry Falwell has died.
Falwell, 73, had been hospitalized earlier Tuesday in “gravely serious” condition after being found unconscious in his office Tuesday.
Love him. Hate him. Doesn’t matter. It’s the end of an interesting era.
Truth
The more one worries, the older one gets; the more one laughs, the younger one feels.
— Chinese proverb
So what does it mean when you do both in excess? I’m just my real age?
What makes you a mother?
What makes me a mother?
The fact that I could both kill my son (metaphorically people!) and kill someone who harasses him. All at the same time.
The fact that I shielded my son with my body when the NICU staff (along with an incubator, scrubs, and masks) tried to take him from me. Nobody told me first there was a problem – and those masked people were not taking him from me.
The fact that, even after the nightmare birth Joseph’s was, I did it again.
The fact that I want to squoosh them and smack them upside the head at the same time.
The fact that I consult their father on matters of – er – penile importance. The first time I was faced with morning wood I didn’t know what to do with it… Thought the diaper would squish something of importance. Poe assured me that wasn’t going to happen. That doesn’t make me a “mother” – just the female parent in this family. The rather ignorant female parent in this family.
The fact that I physically hold them down for stitches, or painful ear cleaning (Logan has very small ear tubes which get impacted), and hold them still through their screams. Even with my own snot and tears running down my own face. Because I know they’ll feel better after it’s over, and that they need this. No matter how painful for them (and my God me.) Doing what’s best, even when it hurts. A lot.
The fact that I let them go. If I didn’t, they never would have taken that first step.
The fact that I do the school Newspaper faithfully every week (and next year I’m Head Editor…) even though I don’t fit in there. Because Joseph’s proud of me, and because I can, and someone needs to do it. Even though I live in Stepford, Home of the Unneeded SUV.
The fact that I have had every kind bodily fluid not of my own making on me at some point or another. Nothing says “mother” like a three year old throwing up down your shirt.
The fact that come September I will need to take the day off because my youngest will be starting Kindergarten. The day off is not for him. It’s for me. I’ll be a wreck.
The fact that I know which shirts are scratchy (for my oldest), and which shirts have enough “stuff on the front” for my youngest.
The fact that I can practically say what they are about to – just by the look on their face.
The fact that one of them has my worst personality traits, and one of them has my best. Talk about having yourself shoved in your face.
The fact that they are my heart, walking outside my body, and that terrifies me.
There are many facets that make me a mother. Those are just a few. New crop up every day. I grew them. I take care of them. I want to love them. I want to throttle them. I am a mother.
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Foto Flashback Friday
There is a fire raging in Santa Catalina right now. This breaks my heart. You see, Santa Catalina is an island off the Southern California coast, and home to my childhood sleepaway camp.
(my parents weren’t content with a mountain – oh no. I got shipped off to an island. heh.)
The island has a town, Avalon. There’s historical structures. But it’s mostly just wilderness. A best friend from High School, Christina – whom I’ve sadly lost touch with – her dad had a little house there. Don’t know if he still has it.
It seems as if all my childhood haunts are in danger lately – Griffith Park, the zoo, and where I used to ride ponies, and now Camp Fox.
It’s very disheartening.
The fire has burned at least 4,000-acres, but that number could go up when crews assess the damage once the sun comes up… a few homes have burned, as well as a commercial building and several warehouse structures. Some 1,200-homes have been evacuated… By early Friday morning, about 3,300 people had been evacuated from the island, most of them visitors… 1,700 people remained, excluding firefighters… As of last night, the fire had destroyed one large commercial storage building, multiple outbuildings and one single-family home, Brown said.
And so… My photo is…
Me at the age of 12 in 1987 at Camp Fox.
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