Thoughts, rants and ideas of a woman, wife, mother and post bilateral prophylactic mastectomy patient
Somewhat interesting.
The WordPress.com stats helper monkeys prepared a 2013 annual report for this blog.
Here’s an excerpt:
The concert hall at the Sydney Opera House holds 2,700 people. This blog was viewed about 9,000 times in 2013. If it were a concert at Sydney Opera House, it would take about 3 sold-out performances for that many people to see it.
The girls are snuggled in their beds but far from asleep. Visions of Santa dance in their little heads. They have been tracking him online since early this morning. Excited does not even cover the emotion they are feeling.
I am sitting enjoying one of my own Christmas traditions, the annual watching of It’s a Wonderful Life. As I sit I hear the piter patter of little feet heading from a bedroom to the bathroom, a journey that has been repeated several times this evening. I had set a timer on the televisions which should have gone off by now. Hopefully sleep will be coming soon.
The innocence and amazement in my children’s eyes is a wonderful thing. When is it that we lose it? What a better world this would be if we could figure out how to share some of that wonder and innocence with many of the adults of the world.
For now it is my job to keep that wonder in my girls eyes as long as possible, and I am ready! Merry Christmas everyone! I hope you all have a blessed day with the ones that you love!
Christmas is just 7 days away, I check the lists, hope everyone will be pleased with what “Santa” brings. I run around attempting to make everything perfect, make everyone happy. After the family goes to sleep I wrap presents, even built a bike last night.
It is so easy to get sucked into the “greed” of the holiday. Retailers opening earlier and earlier in response to people who just have to get that whatchamacallit before everyone else. Wallets and credit cards pushed to the limit in an attempt to keep up with the neighbors.
As the hustle of the season ramps everything into high-speed, as we rush here and there often passing each other in the hall, it is important to keep things in perspective. It hit me last night, so simple, so innocent and so sincere. As I dropped my girls off to CCD class, Megan stopped for a second, turned and said, “I love you mommy”. Those words, no greater words have ever been spoken! Sometimes the stresses of life can feel a bit overwhelming but how often do we add to those stresses by placing unrealalistic expectations on ourselves?
“I love you mommy” words from an angel who owns my heart.
Decisions for my Family 