..To Be A Mother..

This week has been an enlightening one.  And a rather emotional one.   I learned a great lesson from Stephenie Nielson.  This amazing woman continues to inspire me, I could only hope to be half the woman she is.

This week she opened a new perspective for me.

My life is a privilege!


Therefore...

My experiences are a privilege.

My trials are a privilege. (Yes, I said trials!  What would we ever learn if we never had trials? How would we ever grow?)

My blessings are most surely a privilege.

And on this occasion where we celebrate the privilege of motherhood, my children are a privilege.

What a different and better perspective I have for my life and the direction I would like to go now.


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Unfortunately, today I am too sick to care about anything!

Perspective will officially begin tomorrow. (fingers crossed)


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In the meantime, a very public Thank You to my own mother, who has blessed my life tremendously and for whom I am most grateful.  I don't know where I would be without her.  Everything that she is, I could only hope to become.  I hope she knows how honored I am to call her Mother.
Thank You for choosing to be my mother.

Thank You to the many other remarkable women who have influenced my life for good.  There truly are  more than I could ever fully give credit too.  How blessed I have been in my life to be surrounded by such greatness.  I have big shoes to fill!

..Mastering the Monkey Bars..

It's very exciting when your kids get old enough to start learning certain things.  Like riding bikes, reading, CHORES, and simple little childhood pastimes like the monkey bars.  Ronnie has been quite pleased with himself once again as he has mastered the monkey bars. (He even brags about his blisters.)  We are so proud of his desire to learn and be good at things.  He really is such a good kid!

..Dirty Boys..

A couple of weeks ago I had a load of top soil delivered for my soon to be raised bed garden (which turned out completely awesome! And I did 90% of it by myself.  Gives self pat on the back).  The boys had a blast playing in it, because they are boys after all, and it was dirt.  Ryland was particularly fond of sliding down the mound on his belly.  Mom was glad he was naked, she would've hated cleaning the skid marks (as seen on his belly) off his clothes.  Boys are HARD on clothes.  At least mine are.  There are very few hand-me-downs past the age of walking around these parts.