Running Red Momma

I actually had a few perfect moments last week.  It would be a slap to the universe if I didn't acknowledge them.  I took my children and one extra neighbor to the park which can sometimes be a lot of walking, running and watching.  However, I found myself sitting against a tree holding my youngest while the older ones played.  My littlest curled into me as we watched the others. The sky was bright blue, the sun was just right and I sat there for an entire five minutes. It really was perfect. Later that week, I went to see my parents for the weekend.  I finally have hit that point where I have rebalanced the mind set between my parents are perfect and my parents are so "wrong". Now, they are loving people who do they best they can.  I enjoy their company in a way I couldn't when I was younger. I am more okay with their quirks and individual ways. There are many simple changes that come with aging.  Hooray I say.  When I visit my parents for the weekend, it usually i...

   I became a mom almost eight years ago.   When I first became pregnant, I wanted the whole thing taken back.  I was scared and unsure of how life would be as a mom.  I was working, attending a full-time master's program and helping in an after-school program.  In short, I found life to be busy and fulfilling.  I'll admit it.  The first few months of having a baby threw me.  I was grateful for this amazing creation.  However, I had time to do nothing. My brain didn't feel like it was always working.  I would wait by the door for 5:15 to hit. When my husband came through, I would attack him with all of my saved-up words.  The lack of sleep and structure drove me crazy!!!  My fierce sense of me as independent woman had been shattered by having my husband pick up all the bills.  (I hadn't been that dependent since I had been a young teenager...boy was that hard for me!)  Somewhere between then and now, I'll admit to something.  I  fell in-love with being a mom.  Her...