I admit it, I'm not all that I thought I would be. The image I had of myself as a child looks little like the image I see in the mirror each morning. Actually, the image I see in the morning does bear a small resemblance if you count the dark hair and pasty face, with a few stubborn freckles thrown on for color. Sometimes I ask myself the question, "Who the heck is this person?" but am too busy picking up laundry and wet towels to finish answering the question; Yesterday, however, I pondered this questions and came up with an answer. I am a mom, yes. I am responsible for teaching 4 wonderful little lives how to be responsible and caring people in only 18 years or less [I hear that 'less' is a better way to think of it]. I am a person overcoming my own weaknesses and pressing through life's challenges~ for the sake of their well-being and their joy. Oh ya, and mine too.
As a child I loved to journal. I had hundreds of notebooks and journals with all my crazy ideas and personal happenings. Now, I can only imagine what it would be like to have the energy to hold a pen while leaning over a desk after a long-days work of changing diapers and ferociously scrubbing dishes and trying to organize the piles of crap that somehow emerge when children [did I say husband? whoops] walk through a room. I have missed recording so many stories and memories already. Many will be lost forever in the empty orifices of my brain. The purpose of this blog is not to ramble on about who I am not, or who I wish I was, or even who THEY wish that I am. It is to embrace who we are together as a family and who we are becoming, to laugh at ourselves and our challenges and rise to new heights. We are on a journey in this short, crazy life together. I do not want to miss the moments that are so important while I count the days til they are all grown up. I want to journal these moments and never forget.
