SERIOUSLY?!?!??!?!

So, someone tried to kill my husband this morning. The dude didn't even look to see if anyone was behind him, just backed out into the street (WAY too fast I might add) and hit my husband. In fact his rear tire came an INCH from running over Dom's head before he stopped his car!! He didn't even bother to get out...just yelled out his window and asked if hubby was alright. Dom didn't even say yes, just groaned...and the guy just drove off. I am pissed at the guy but also pissed at my Dom. That is considered a hit and run! He should have called the the MP's. There should have been a report filed. He completely wrecked Dom's bike...and we should NOT be the ones that have to fix it. I am SO mad right now. Not to mention that even though hubby is really banged up, scraped up & bruised...he's still walking and talking so OF COURSE he won't go to medical. (bangs head into wall)

Little Blessings?

I swear, there are times when they make me want to rip my hair out. There have been times recently that I have wanted to bang my head into a wall and scream...I don't have an infant anymore...I should NOT be having to get up every 30min-1 hr ALL NIGHT LONG!!! Then there are the HUGE cat fights between my 7 yr old and my 3 yr old, the thought processes of my 5 yr old who I guess has decided to test the laws of physics...and my sanity...in the past 3 weeks, and the allergy issues that have my 7 yr old being SUCH a crab b/c she is congested.

But then there are the sweet, slobbery kisses from my youngest...you literally have to tear yourself away from her to quit with the kisses...lol, the burrowing of my 5 yr old to get as close to me as possible to snuggle while watching a movie, my 7 yr olds unshakable belief that no matter the nightmare, no matter scare, no matter the injustice done to her...simply mommy being there makes all right with the world again.

They can drive me to distraction...and the edges of my sanity, yet the thought of them not in my life is incomprehensible. Whether it be walking into walls at 2am from lack of sleep to answer the call of a scared child, or cradling a precious child in my arms, kissing their head, smelling their sweet kid smell, their little arms wrapped around mine...my heart is full to bursting with love...and the awesome responsiblity of raising them right. I hope I don't let them down.

A "Good" Mom?

Something to ponder...what makes a mom a "good" mom? Is it the mom who runs her kid to every event making sure they always have homework and stuff done on time? Is it the mom who fights to find a cure for her sick child? Is it the mom who doesn't have much to give her kids but manages to give them as much love and attention that she can? Is it the mom who works 2 jobs and manages to keep her kids fed, clothed, in school? Is it the "crunchy" mom who's kids grow up on all organic food (and/or makes it all from scratch), wears her babies in slings/wraps, breastfeed, homeschools? Is it the mom who fights not only against demons from her past but is determined to make sure she raises her kids so that they won't walk the same path? Is it the mother, who despite being terminally ill, still manages to make her kids lives as "normal" as possible? Is it the mother who is determined not to raise her kids in the same abusive enviroment that she was raised in? Or is it simply the mother that loved her baby so much that she put that child up for adoption knowing that they would have a better chance at being happy and fulfilled in a steady home?

I think that while there are some of us that certainly won't earn mother of the year award, most of us do our best by our kids. Not all opinions and walks of life are the same...so also is each persons opinion of a "good" mom.

Me...I just want my girls to look back years from now as adults, and despite the many times that I screw up raising them, they are happy, fulfilled and say, "Mom did her best and that is what mattered most."

April is Autism Awareness Month

Just putting that out there. If you can in anyway support the cause...buying a bumper sticker or window decal, walking to raise awareness...any little bit helps to go towards research to help find better and/or more ways to help not only the kids who have autism, but the families who care for them.

My Abby is 7 1/2. We have fought this fight for her for over 5 yrs now...and I still don't know all there is to know about it. As each year passes...another milestone is passed but even more loom ahead. We take each day as it comes with our precious girl. It can be at times frustrating, but it makes each goal accomplished that much sweeter for the hard work that went towards it both on her end and on ours.

They understand more than we give them credit for...

Background to the story...In November of last year we had a good friend and our respite care worker pass away suddenly. With my daughters autism I wasn't sure she understood the concept of death. However both my 7 & 5 yr old seemed to be ok with the answer, "she went to heaven and is with Jesus now." Anytime they would ask where she was we would reply that she couldn't come see them right now b/c she was in heaven with Jesus.

My girls have also been going to Sunday School where they have been learning of Jesus miracles. Recently I guess they learned about Jesus raising Jarius' daughter from the dead.

Just the other day...I really wasn't paying much attention to what they were playing since for once they were all playing nicely together and not screaming at each other. After about 30-45 min I realized they were re-enacting that sunday school story...however they kept saying, "ok, you be Jesus and I'll be Mary". I heard them saying this and kept correcting them saying, "No, not Mary his mother, Jarius' daughter" IT wasn't til JUST yesterday riding along in the car while we were discussing the Easter story and how Jesus rose from the dead and is in heaven...and my 5 yr old said, "with Mary too, right mommy?" When I automatically answered yes...it dawned on me....they were NOT meaning Jesus MOTHER Mary when they were playing...they meant OUR Mary. In a way I am glad that they understand that Jesus did powerful miracles and can do anything...but it also made my heart break that her death affected them way more than I thought it had. It also made me feel bad that here I was "correcting" them when they KNEW what they were talking about...it was mommy who didn't get it.

100 Years

So...I was on my way to gymnastics this evening with my girls. My 3yo asked me where daddy was, to which I replied, "He's on a trip, remember?" (He's gone for 3 wks of training)To which my 5yo replied, "I KNOW!! He's been gone FOR-EV-ER!!!! Like 100 YEARS!!!" Mommy-"Umm, sweetie? He's been gone for a week and a half." rofl

Sympathy/Empathy

I think,as mom's, we know that when our little sweethearts have ear infections that yes, they are miserable and grumpy...we sympathize...we generally haven't had an ear infection OURSELVES since childhood and I think we forget how TRUELY miserable and in pain they are...my 3 yr old to the point of ear tubes b/c fluid had turned to jelly behind her eardrums. Today...OH how I sympathize AND empathize with her! I haven't had an ear infection since I was like 12ish...I forgot how EXCRUCIATING every yawn, hiccup, cough, nose blowing can be...I don't know how those little ones can suffer so long before we realize what is bothering them...I shudder now to think of the times where I thought she just had a bad cold and was sucking snot out of her nose with that blue bulb thing...when her ears were probably just KILLING her... :( I feel you pain, baby girl...literally.