i'm a cat with 9 lives

how do any of us survive being a baby? a teenager!!?? yesterday brennan launched himself into the corner of the hall wall b/c he forgot AGAIN that he doesn't know how to crawl, poor kid! sometimes while lying awake in bed, listening to my husband snore, i shudder at the memories of childhood and adolescent accidents (many of which i'd like to forget). for instance, at 18 i used one of my nine lives by crashing my '89 maroon honda civic (with tinted windows 'cause i'm a thug, haha) on good ol' highway one in half moon bay, ca. my little car, thankfully not an suv, went underneath a 5 ton flatbed truck and slammed into a tree. how did i not die? how were dad and sandie able to drive me home from standford trauma that night to sleep in my own bed? how did i only have a bloody nose and some bruising? a loving heavenly father must have known that i had so much more living to do. i will be forever grateful. i was MADE to be a MOTHER and WIFE. i have never been happier, and despite the challenges of being a young mother and poor, i feel RICH because i really do have it all. it all sounds so cliche, but i can't keep myself from smiling all day long (on most days that is--sometimes around 6pm i'm not smiling b/c brennan is screaming his head off). my life is full of imperfection, but it is PERFECT for me. i have been given nine lives to make it to this point. i KNOW i am changing the world by being a mother, and i want to do everything i can to help others feel the same way (no matter what path of life they choose for themselves). i have found that i am happiest when i am helping others. i have more of a desire to focus on the positive things in life...less of a desire to gossip, criticize, belittle, etc. what a joy life can be.