Since all I really do on this blog is show pictures of my children, I thought I would take a moment and really talk about them.
I always knew that I wanted to be a mom. For as long as I remember, holding, loving, and kissing on babies has had a huge appeal for me. I seek out babies to cuddle, they are like a drug for me. I love how they feel and smell and I breath them in any chance I get (even if they are not my own).
I think that if I could, and if I were wealthy enough, I would fulfill my husbands desire to produce eight of them. Alas.....I am beginning to think that three is the magic number (although a forth is often debated).
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I love these kids!
Don't get me wrong, as much as I love and adore these kids, and thank god everyday for giving them to me, some days (like with any relationship), I need a break. Some days they are so awful, I question where they came from. Some days I want to pull my hair out and throw a tantrum comparable to the ones they throw for me.
No child is perfect and likewise no mother is perfect. I do feel however that I was meant to have these children. As silly as it sounds, I think that some cosmic force directed me to Jeryd and directed my path in order to create these little humans. They were meant to be here, and I was meant to be there mother.
We have been thrown together in a relationship that is stronger than anyone will ever know. They are living breathing pieces of my heart and soul that I have to protect and nurture them so that they can live and grow and become the people I know they can be.
But it sucks having pieces of your heart and soul outside of your body, getting hurt, making mistakes. It's scary. What if something happens to these little beings that Jeryd and I have created? Could I go on? They are what makes life worth living. They are my world. I couldn't imagine an existence without them.
Wherever this life might take me, I am so fortunate to have met these kids, to have had the privilege of nourishing and growing them in my body and doing the same after bringing them into this world. They make me a better person, and I am eternaly grateful and proud to be able to call them mine.
Thanks for being my kids.













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