I am the blessed wife of my husband Mike, and proud, stay-at-home mom to my two girls, Laura and Celia. I taught school for 6 years before having my first daughter and am LOVING the phase of life I am in right now. I love the Lord and I strive each day to remind my girls how much He loves them. I feel like I was made to be a mommy. ;-)
I have been agonizing over this "BLOG thing" for months now. What should I call it? What will I write? Who will care to read about what I write? But I keep coming back to one thing. Or, rather, many 'Little Things.' 'Little Things' fill our days, our weeks, our years, our lifetimes. It's my desire every day to notice the 'Little Things,' embrace them, and enjoy them. 'Little Things' are tickles from my girls, bubble hairdos in the bathtub, peanut butter fingerprints on my refrigerator. 'Little Things' are the smell of cupcakes in the oven, the first blossoms on the tomato plants in our garden, Mike's hand in mine as we sit on the patio after a busy day. I hope that this BLOG can serve as my memory bank for all the the 'Little Things' that so beautifully fill the moments in my days. I want so badly to burn them into my memory, into a place where I can retrieve them and smile about them one day when my life finds me in a new place. I don't know how interesting it will be for others to read these chronicles, but I think it will be invaluable to me. And maybe, just maybe, it might encourage and remind you to take time to Enjoy The Little Things in your life. We all have them. And they are our greatest gifts.
I took Laura, my almost-four-year-old, to the dentist today. To my surprise, she hopped up when the hygienist called her name, and skipped off to the examining room without Mommy. For Laura, that was a big deal. She has been Mommy's shadow all of her short little life, and is often quite fearful of new situations. This was just the encouragement I needed as preschool quickly approaches. I have been nervous about the adjustment. How will she react when I drop her off? (How will I react?) Will she be scared? (Will I be able to hold back my tears?) Will she make new friends? (Will she be a leader or a follower?) Will she be OK? Of course she will. But as moms, we all want the best for our kids and it's hard to see them struggle. And I won't lie. It will be difficult for me, too. Difficult to say good-bye to my little buddy, my Laura who goes everywhere with me, works with me in the yard, assists on shopping adventures, chats non-stop... My girl who asks for daily cuddle breaks where we sit and snuggle and talk and read and rest. We've grown quite comfortable in this life of privacy and serenity where time seems to stand still. But it doesn't really. Time marches on. And I guess it's time to learn to find that new beat so we can march along, if ever so begrudgingly... Lord, please bless and protect and care for my girl where I cannot. May our bond grow ever-stronger as we spend more time apart. May my tears be cleansing and my words encouraging as we find our way. And thank you for the past 4 years... the best 4 years of my life.