my baby turned three years old yesterday....
for the past five and a half years my life has been defined as a mother of small children....babies.
The woman I was before I had children and the woman I am now wouldn't even recognize one another if they literally bumped into each other on the street. The pre-children woman would look up from her career and mutter, "oh, sorry" all the while really meaning, "oh you poor thing...that looks like SO much work...why would you do that to yourself?" The post-child woman would look her in the eye, maybe reach out a little, "are you okay, did you get hurt, are you alright" all the while thinking, "ahhhhh, sweet lady....she's really missing out."
I can't really say that making ones way through the world with or without parenting is better or worse, right or wrong, bad or good.
I just know that having this soul in my life makes me different...good, better, right.
Sweet child, your life on this here earth has shaped me, I love you with all that I am.
Happy Birthday sweet Elliot....I just knew you'd be a groovy chick...
You....are....a.....rock star!
Sweetest chocolate face EVER. Oh, my---that makes me smile.
ReplyDeleteNice job with the close-ups, friend. Awesome!
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Lara