TwitterAug 27 2009
Meet my children. . .
I’ve given some thought as to what I want to include in my blog and I’ve decided to include, on a limited scale, my children. Why, when this is about me becoming a film maker? Well, because they are such a huge part of my life. As I mentioned in my first post I was a stay at home mom for 20 plus years, that didn’t just drain out of my system because a divorce took place and I had to stop being a full time mom. My blog, and my life now, may be about my journey into becoming a film maker and exploring all my untapped creativity, but one thing it is not is a journey of me coming out of being a dedicated, loving mom. Divorce and my children living with their dad, because of more reasons then I ever care to cover in this blog, was for the best, even if it was a painful decision. On the brighter side, I have full shared custody and a terrific divorce where I see my children all the time and whenever I or they want to. Because, you see, one thing about my life that I truly love is being a mom. I will always love that aspect and be thankful for everyone of those little beings that came to live with us through my womb. It’s hard to find anything greater then the experience of pregnancy and feeling your soon to be little one squirming and shifting around inside of you. Only to be trumped by their birth and holding/meeting them for the first time as they lie in your arms tightly swaddled in a receiving blanket.
I have nuzzled each of them to my neck and breast. Stroked their downey heads as the warmth of my milk filled their tiny mouths. I never tired of seeing there eyes slowly close, their head ease back, and their mouths slip from my nipple as they fell into sleep. I have delighted at their giggles and watched with a new thrill as each one, on their own, have mastered everything from walking, to running, to riding a bike, climbing a tree, and for some, driving a car. I love to hear them say, “Watch this mom” and as they each grow into adults I am discovering they still say those words, they’ve just morphed into a different form. As each child has moved through their stages of growth and development I have found each has been like a new experience, a new thrill to watch.
I have cleaned their tiny hinnies, kissed their boo boo’s all better, rocked them when they were sick, walked the floors till they were able to sleep, waved, often with tears in my eyes, as they have gone off into new and sometimes scary experiences like the first day of school, their first sleep over, and their first performances in a play. I have cradled their heads and listened to each of their joys and hurts and I never bore of what they have to say. I love them all. They are growing and changing and I respect and honor them as they move through the various stages of independence and on into adult life, but I can’t help it, I am proud of them all so they will each forever be my babies.
So I will be including them because they too are on this journey with me. They are there often when I am sitting at this computer, or scouring the books shelves at not just Barnes and Nobels but then we may just go to Books a Million next. They are there when I fall asleep watching a movie with them because I didn’t get enough sleep and just sitting there, all still in the dark lulls me like a siren into sleep, and they are there when I am so absorbed in what I am thinking about that there could be three of them surrounding me and I hear something, yes their voices but the words aren’t making it through till I hear, probably for the 10th time, “Mom are you listening?!” I’m even better at hearing the sigh and quiet mutter, “She’s not hearing me at all.” I think it is then that I connect with their little heart sinking in disappointment and it jars me to the present. So, I ask, how could I ever leave them out??
So here they are my children:
John 24
Blessing 19
Benjamin 17
Sarah 16
Zachary 14
Grace 11
Daniel 9
Caleb 7
and if I can get a picture to post it will hopefully be here as well.
That’s all for now,
Theresa
