4 years ago.....my youngest son was born. he was half purple and sputtering and freaking the doctor out enough to make him ask if he was okay, while i was strapped to a table trying not ti watch the monitors.
today he is a rambuncious (sp?) little boy with enough opinions for an adult, he's got a smart mouth, a fighting spirit. he'll still kiss me every day, and he looks so much like his dad that sometimes its breathtaking. he loves cars, being in charge, and getting his way, but thats just the age. right now it is all about this battle for control, to see how far he can push me, and that too, is just the age. 4 is way worse than 3. its hard for me to imagine him the age of his older brothers, almost 9 and just as opinionated, but time seems to get away so fast that before I know it, he'll be old enough to ride his bike to school and have sleepovers. its hard not to want him to be little again, tiny and wrinkled, but at the same time, its refreshing to know that he's the last, that i never have to deal with 3am feedings or potty training or baby proofing again. anyway, thats my little rant for the day. i feel better already.
on another front, i have done nothing with the writing, though i dug out the binders and plan on reading...to get my mind back into the story.
listening to: band of horses, No ones gonna love you.
About Me
- Sarah
- I'm 29, a mom, a nurse, and am always stretched between what i do, and what i love to do, which are at opposite sides of the spectrum (clinical vs. creative). i'm a closeted writer. i can't NOT create, that's something I've realized about myself. i start various side projects and try to see them through as a way to distract myself from the mundane crap that sometimes fills my days.
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