Last week I wrote about being in a funk … admittedly, this week wasn’t much better. Every day seemed to come with more bad or sad news. Each morning, I got out of bed thinking it would get better, and ultimately there would be a text or news that would throw me back.
Being a mom doesn’t end when your kids get out of the house – it never ends. So without further ado, a story on where my kids are today, what I am grateful for, why I pray and some random thoughts that pop into my head as I try to find my peace.
I am really doing a 360 from last week to this week, but I have been holding on to this one since late January! Today is March 17th, when many people celebrate St. Patrick, the patron Saint of Ireland.
I have very few childhood memories or should I say happy ones. The only ones I seem to have are bad or traumatic stories.
My father was not a big part of our life – matter of fact, it was a rather small presence. It was like a roller coaster of ins and outs. Like any child who has a negligent parent, I was always hopeful …
I had five easy, non-sick pregnancies. I had one major glitch with Joe for about a week, but otherwise, I never threw up, felt great and exercised through them all. But did you know I had five c-sections?
This past Friday was like a dream come true … My Joe had the pleasure of attending a very special prom. I don’t know where the time went, but he is a senior this year and will be my last child to finish high school.
I don’t go to church anymore, but my faith has never been stronger! A few of you may want to argue that point with me, and some currently do, but I know how I feel.