Hit me harder...
I need a kick in the ass and then feel free to hit me really hard in the arm. I am a selfish and self absorbed sloth. I have spent the past two weeks whining about my "lack of control" and feelings of lacklustre, when truly all my complaints are within my own realm of repairedness. Babble with nonsensical words, but true. I need to relish and enjoy my kids new worlds and be grateful they have these opportunities. I was bitching about my kid in Europe, That is truly WHACKED!!!! I am sad because my daughter is growing up and doesnt want to tell me everything. NORMAL! I clicked my way to a blog today of a woman who just lost one of her two sons at birth. Twins and one died a few weeks later. I have the audacity to complain because Jack is a running, messy ball of snot and dirt. He is also the first to hug me in the morning, he wakes with LIFE in his eyes eager to go and find. He says MAMA and knows it is me. A first since his ear surgery. My husband although at t...