I was thinking today as I was cleaning the house. I have had so many phases in my life. I'm sure I have yet to deal with half of what is in store for me. Each thing, each phase, has been a like a new page which compose these chapters. Like for all of us.
In particular, I've been scouring my brain, trying to think of how I have changed. Who is the person I used to be and now who I've become? It's hard to describe yourself isn't it? I'm not sure why this is so important to me. Partly I think it's important to know I was a good person when Lucas was born and alive. I hope that I was. I know that I've come to be one now, but was I before? I'm not sure I was. I think I was self absorbed and completely oblivious to life and what matters.
I see the Oldest and he is turning out to be a nice young man. Loves school, seems well adjusted, has trouble communicating but we'll work on that; I already have some good ideas to help strengthen him in that area. I don't know where I'm going with all this. I don't. I've been upset to some degree lately and go within myself for answers. Don't mind me. This is one of those rambling posts that make no sense. I know what I want to say but I'm not conveying it well.
I'll stop tonight. Am too tired anyway; probably why I'm not making sense.
You cook, you clean, you go to work, you nourish, you love, you scold, you are professional and yet you hang your hat on every dust particle in your home. You are a woman. Some women are Moms and some are not. You are still a woman. We are all made similarly. We are strong.
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