As mothers we love our children unconditionally. Now I am not saying we all have not had that moment when a roll a duct tape looks good when they are misbehaving, but we will do anything for them. We will rearrange our schedules for theirs. We will be awake all night for bad dreams and illness. We will rush out to by cupcakes the morning of the school party. We will read the same book ten times that week. We will buy yogurt with cute characters on them because for some reason they just taste better to our little ones. We will cave in and buy that fish, hamster, cat or dog because they need a pet, and NOT because we needed another thing to take care of. We will sew the holes in their lovies and blankets because it would be catastrophic not too.
There is someone in our life we tend to forget (other than ourselves which I wrote on a previous blog). Our significant other. They tend to get a viewing pass into our lives but rarely do they come up on stage. We will make excuses to get out of intimacy (usually exhaustion). We will them all the errands they need to do, and hand them a honey to do list. When they want to do something for themselves like buy a motorcycle, go fishing, etc…we sigh, we roll our eyes, we may even tell them no. A priest told me a very important thing once. You are a mate not a mat for your significant other. It is the same the other way around. So stop wiping your feet on them, and maybe they will follow suit. Because as mothers, women, and spouses we have more than enough love to share, we just need to give some to them….
I find it interesting that as mothers we might need to do things for ourselves and we don’t. For instance, I have a friend who was told she needed these vitamins for health over a month ago by her doctor. Still no vitamins. Now before you jump to the conclusion she is too busy, this mother is a SAHM with two kids in school and goes shopping daily. If her children need anything, special foods, medicine, a book for school she will run out immediately and ensure that they have what they need or want. I have lots of friends and family that seem to do the exact same thing, including at times, myself.
Why is it as humans we always wait for something bad to happen? I am an optimistic worrier, meaning I am always optimistic something great will happen but always worrying something bad will eventually happen. (Gee aren’t you glad I cleared that one up?) I went to my OBGYN appt for my pregnancy exam. I am healthy. No really, HEALTHY. My blood pressure has dropped (1st trimester it shot up to 145/95 to entering my 3rd trimester it is 121/72). My glucose screening was perfect not high, not borderline, just perfect. My thyroid which I have issues with, is..you guessed it, perfect. I have gained only 17 lbs in my 26 weeks of pregnancy. (My first pregnancy I looked like Jabba The Hut who had gotten beaten with an ugly stick…
It was bad I assure you.) This baby I am carrying all in the front and have that rounded beautiful no one is afraid to ever assume you are pregnant belly. My low placenta has migrated up. My baby boy is healthy. Weighing a little over 2 lbs and looks rather handsome in his ultrasound pics.
I am someone who loves to cook. I always have. I feel eating is one thing we all have in common as humans, no matter your gender, your weight, your sexual orientation, whether you are married or single, whether you rent or own, no matter your religious belief, the size of your bank account, or your skin color. We all need to eat. We love to eat. Sometimes it’s hard to get some inspirations to cook for dinner. I have some friends who never cook and some who cook the same 10 meals. I however, cook millions of things. Some are my own creations (I even have enough to publish a cookbook- darn recession) and some are others’ creations. I thought I would share a couple of dishes you might want to try out. Here’s one Vegetarian, One Chicken, and One Fish. Hope you enjoy something tonight!
I am pregnant for those who may not know. I am almost done a full 5 months. I feel as big as a house. This my second baby. I have a beautiful daughter that was blessed upon me three and half years ago. There is a weird thing that happens when you are pregnant after not being pregnant for awhile at least for me, you forget.
The picture of roses you see are mine. One day my husband came home with three roses for me for no reason. Not something he does often without a reason. I know you are asking yourself, “Uh can she count? There are four roses in the picture.” Let me assure you that I indeed can count, well at least to five. LOL! Like I was saying, he brought me home the three roses. He said that each one was for each of us (my husband, my daughter, and myself). I thought it was a truly cute and romantic gesture.
I am an only child (I do have three step siblings that were briefly in my young life but other than that I was alone). I did not grow up with a huge knit family. My father was not close with many people and raised me off and on till I was 12. My mother, well she was only there till I was 5, for reasons beyond her. But I did have two amazing grandparents who did a darn good job raising me for a lot my days. They raised me with an old fashioned charm. Sometimes though I think they had a lot of guilt for me and my life and were very accommodating to my whims. So to say the least I was not really sure how to be a parent, and was glad God waited until I was 30 for me to have my first baby.
It’s that time of year…I call it the Sick Cycle Season. One person in the family gets sick, you get them better, then it jumps to the next person, you get them better, and so forth. Then after everyone in the family has had it, and gotten over it, you are now onto the next virus or bug that has come to visit and the cycle commences again.
