A quiet moment

I've had a few quiet moments to catch up on the blogs I follow... to have a good cry... and now to maybe write a bit myself.

Life is truly a journey and there's much along the way. Some of it is blissfully wonderful, and some of it just breaks my heart.

I was asked why read what makes you cry. I read because something within me feels the need to. I follow the journeys of families and children. I don't pretend to understand the mysteries of life. I don't have any answers most of the time.

All I do know is, children are our future, our past and our present...

Ever so simply they are life. They are a reason to hope and to laugh and to cry. For my children I will sit up at 2 am waiting for the washer to stop so they will have clean socks in the morning. They give me reason to do any number of things that must be done, that should be done and that can be done. Then they give me reason to learn the words (or most of the words) to silly little songs and sing them without any thought to how I might sound to anyone else. All because they gift me with smiles and laughter in return.

Why am I so lucky?

I have no idea.

I hope never to take it for granted and to keep perspective with the world around me. It takes so little to spread joy... and so I try... It takes even less though to hurt feelings, so I try even harder to avoid doing that.

Mother's Day

It's Mother's Day...

I always feel a bit odd since my own Mother is gone but I have all my wonderful little and not so little people.
Here are two of them... Em is a petite girl who will be thirteen at the end of this month... and baby Z is a week shy of 7 months. I love how the perspective makes Z look as big as his big sister.

I'm supposed to be working on a bunch of homework... my older sister is in the midst of an unexpected move that will leave her living with my dad... and that led to a flurry of phone calls all evening. I still need to call my eldest sister and see how life is treating her. There's dishes and laundry waiting for me... but here I am playing with photos.

We've taking baby pic's with Z's big monkey since he was a month or so old. An idea I'd never heard of when the other munchkins were little - guess I'm slow or something.. but anyway here's May's version.
Guess I'll head back to the things I'm supposed to be doing... at least until baby Z's night feeding. He's still not sleeping through the night or anything. (pst... secret - as much as I'd like a single night's sleep from dusk to dawn... I love the time I get with him since I miss the hours I spend at work when he is home with his Daddy. He can give up the really early feeding between 5 and 6 though - any time now).

EDIT here for clarification since BabyZ's dad just laughed at me; the little man gets up two or three times every night. I'm a night person so I don't mind anything before say 4 am. Early 'morning' though I'd rather be sleeping myself. I absolutely think 5 am is sleeping time.