normally i try to take things off of my key chain.
in high school i had a ridiculously full key chain.
it weighed more than my backpack.
for some reason i saw it as "the bigger, the better."
a colage of my identity.
now i want my car key, my house key, my mom's house key, and that's it.
instead of taking something off today, i put something on.
it is a glorious invention.
i didn't spend one useless minute searching for my keys in the depths of my bag.
there they were, hooked to the outside!
they unhook and hook quite easily.
i am a happy woman.
i have about thirty pages left in
"the secret life of bees"
one week goddesses, so get crack-a-lackin!
that means you bree;-)
pork loin roast was on sale today.
i bought some.
brennan pointed to it. (pictures to come)
i made the stuffed pork chops.
you know, the ones with spinach and feta from last week?
to die for.
have you made them yet?
have you read nie's post today?
it made me think.
would i be okay if my life changed instantly?
eventually i'd be okay.
is it wrong to let motherhood be such a big part of me?
i've let it in.
and i love it.
every part of it.
even the hard parts.
the yucky parts.
definitely the exhausting parts.
but i just love the way it feels.
to raise someone.
to show them a giraffe for the first time.
to watch them call a giraffe a "dog."
proud moment! lol
i still have other parts of me.
i love my spiritual life.
which was increased by the mothering part of my life.
who am i fooling?
every part of my life was increased by the mothering part of my life.
i mean that in an amazing way.
i've been changed for the better.
now that i have more of a grasp on life as a mother i've been able to incorporate brennan into all of the things i loved before becoming a mother.
brennan eats mint chips when i bake cookies.
he jogs with me.
bless you costco and your $99 jogging stroller.
he listens to music with me.
ella fitzgerald, i think you rock.
britney spears, brennan loves your music.
i read out loud to brennan.
he listens, i think.
he turns the pages too.
i read silently while he plays sometimes too.
not for very long,
maybe 10 minutes, okay, only 5.
but it's a beautiful 5 minutes.
we never make it longer than 5 minutes,
reading in my rocker (do i sound old?)
with brennan at my feet playing.