I'm a mom of 5 kids. My oldest is my only son, and he's 21, no longer a baby, but very much MY baby. All you mom's of boys understand it, I'm sure. That leaves me with 4 daughters, and their ages are 18, 15, 12, and 8. They're all 3 years and approximately 3 months apart. And no, we didn't work it that way on purpose. On top of that, I've miscarried 4 times. Could you imagine 9 children?
We're a blended family. It's both of our second marriages, and our children are all from our first marriages. However, you'd never know it to see us together. My hubby and I were best friends before we started dating, and he was Papa T, and I was Mama T from the very beginning. Once we got married, it was "Mama and Daddy". Period. We've rarely heard our children call each other, or us, step anything. Not to say we haven't had our struggles, but we've been very blessed to be loved by all through everything.
On top of having lots of family, we have 3 horses, 6 hens, and 2 roosters. Oh, also, stray cats that eat our field mice. Thank goodness! We live on 5 acres of mostly field and pasture, and during the rainy seasons in Louisiana, those field mice do everything they can to find some place nice and warm. Keeping them out of my kid's horribly, typically, messy bedrooms can be a chore. Not any more...yay!
I am also very blessed to have a job which I can wear my pj's to work on almost a daily basis. It's awesome! And moving offices has been a wonderful change of scenery. I don't know about the rest of the "working from home moms", but staring at laundry all day just made me feel guilty about everything. Parent guilt is the worst. You either feel bad for working and not being home with the kiddo's or you feel bad for not contributing financially to the household when you're working outside the house. So, I took the worst of both worlds and threw myself head first into a world where I make virtually nothing while staring at the mounds of laundry I'm not doing during "working hours". Lol...of course I made it sound much worse than it is.
Actually, it's the best thing to ever happen to me. Last year my dad died, and I decided I wasn't going to live a half life anymore. I was going to find and follow my passion. Praise God I have a supportive husband, and children who respect what I do.
Now, here comes the hard part of the full disclosure stuff. This last week, we waited for results on whether or not I have thyroid cancer. Today, my preliminary test said NO! But the good ole doc says not to celebrate just yet. He's not convinced. But you know what? I'm going to take that "no" and put it in the cancer box and shake it around until even the idea is broken up. We have a ton more tests to do because apparently there are a lot of other things involved, but I've decided I can't walk around waiting for the YES or NO which will decided the fate of my day or week or month or year.
So...what say you? I know I'm no where near the only one in the world going through this, and I'm certainly not the only mom to look at her babies and wonder...What will happen to them if or when I'm not here? I try my best to inspire them and I try my best to be strong for those around me. Something tells me I'm not the only one. I'd love some feed-back. I'd love to hear your inspiring stories. Tell me how you get through the tests and the mundane while cherishing the spilled cereal on the floor. I'll be waiting, and writing in the mean-time. So, I hope to see you here again soon.