I know I'm running a day behind, but I started this post on Wednesday and never finished it. I'll catch up tomorrow. These pumpkin patch photos desperately need to be posted. :)
Day 8:
I am thankful to be a mom. I'm not saying I'm thankful for my children (that's another, longer post), but I'm thankful for the opportunity to grow and change and hurt as a mother. Whether you gave birth to them yourself or attained motherhood through adoption, whether you have 1 child or 17, it changes you. There's a certain grief that comes with being a mom. On some level, you always imagined your children or how you'd parent, that looks vastly different that the reality. Usually the reality is so much more and bigger and amazing than anything imagined, but a grieving for what's lost still takes place...even grieving for an ideal. But there's a sweetness, too. A love so complete and protective and awestruck takes over. I'm not even sure I would recognize the girl I was at 25 before Eli was born. In some ways she was better and in some ways worse the woman I am now at 34. But I am grateful to have been given this chance to change. I'm part of a world-wide club where everyone is so different, separated by class and customs and norms, but in our hearts we are the same. We are mothers.
Well, it has now been 17 days since we went to THE PUMPKIN PATCH. I'm not sure I've ever been this behind on posting about it. Sheesh.
We had a great time, like we always do. The weather was a little cool, but nothing we couldn't handle with multiple layers. (MARMOTS are my new best friend.) Those layers even allowed us to shed our jackets so we could get some great photos! :)
Cousin Morgan & Phoebe
Cousin Caleb & Eli
1 comment:
Such great pictures of all of you!
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