musings of a mama celebrating her first mother’s day.
Sitting here looking back on the last year and pondering all the change that has occurred has me blown away. For one who absolutely hates change, there has been quite a bit in the last year. Also, for one who always has a plan, rather it be for the day, the week, or the next five years, I have a bullet point list of what I want to do, hashtag control freak. God sure does have a sense of humor. I can remember from the time I was a tiny girl that I always wanted to be a nurse. But more importantly, I wanted to be a mother. I carried around my baby dolls like they were alive, dressed them, fed them, diapered them, and had a longing in my heart to have a child of my own some day. It was a deep rooted want, a want that didn’t ever go away. A want I cherished so much so that I did go on to not just become a nurse, but a Mother/Baby nurse. I wanted to be around all the babies! I just loved to marvel at their tiny faces, lips, and their teeny tiny fingernails; I’ve never seen such small fingernails! My heart loved and wanted children, but they were definitely on the five year plan list. After my husband and I blissfully married in October 2014, I uprooted my life to move up to Illinois with my new half. The moving truck was loaded up, my car was packed to the brim, in the rear view was my family, friends, and my “normal.” I was on a one way trip to a whole new place with my best friend, adventure awaited us. I was excited, but I was also scared of the change. Would I meet new friends? Could I tolerate the cold? Would we find a church we both loved? Would I fit in? These thoughts filled my open mind as I cruised along the open road. Here goes nothing…
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