Tag: Mother

Merry Christmas

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!

“I love you mommy”

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?IMG_4905

“I love you mommy” words from an angel who owns my heart.

It’s all in a Bra

As a pre teen many young girls with visions of the perfect cleavage will take matters into their own hands and add to the bounty that nature provides or in some cases fails to provide.  My own young girls talk often of the day they will have boobs.  Let’s be honest, in the view of society, they are the “visual” things that makes a woman.  MIllions spent each year on the perfect bra, marketing telling every woman that is what makes you “sexy”.

For well over a year after the mastectomy and DIEP surgery, once I could finally wear a bra, I was limited to one that was padded.  Even after a year of healing, scars can still cause a good amount of discomfort.  As I would look in the mirror I felt like some teenager who was trying to increase what nature had provided.  The difference here as we all know is that what nature provided to me had plans to attack.  What I have instead is created by amazing plastic surgeons.

A few weeks ago I decided it was time.  The perfect bra, no lining, no padding. For the first time in almost a year and a half I can look in the mirror and see only me. I am comfortable in my own skin.  I am happy with the reflection in the mirror, other than the few pounds I could stand to lose 🙂 but hey who doesn’t right?

Everyday since July 2, 2012 there has been a “new” something.  Since that date I have achieved many milestones.  I remember first being able to finally sit up without assistance, and the first time walking around the block with the girls.  There was lots of pain, many tears and worlds of relief knowing I made the right decision.  This milestone may not seem like much to many but to me, it is about comfort and confidence and therefore huge.  And shopping in VIctoria’s Secret again in pretty cool also 🙂