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Done with Love

I am far from perfect.  Some might even say I am not very good.  You either like me or you don't. I am ok with that.  I don't need everyone to be my friend.

I cancel plans on short notice. I am pretty much a hermit. I don't like parties. I prefer small gatherings. I am not artistic. I am quirky. I don't care about fashion. I need to lose weight.

Six years ago I was a pregnant mom in the last trimester. My life had already changed. It was no longer about me. There was a little girl totally dependent upon me and my choices.  Selfishness had to vanish.

Snuggles on the couch while reading or watching TV became my new Friday night. Formula went on the shopping list and new books went off.  My needs and wants became secondary to her needs.

Four and a half years ago our family of 3 became a team of 2. Pennies are pinched and luxuries became Happy Meals and dolls. I'd much rather see the clutter of toys and coloring books than a living room that would feature on a glossy magazine.

It isn't that I am not important, I am.  I have an identity outside of being a mom, but right now my daughter is young and I live her forever and ever. .  We are making memories, following traditions and creating our own.  We are busy laughing and playing, we are baking and dancing.

I truly enjoy experiencing life through her eyes.  Filling her love bank so that as she grows and then hits the adult world she will have fun stories to pass on to her children.

I am still me.  I enjoy ME things but my priority right now is us.  I am a Mom and I wouldn't change it for the world.  Joy comes in embracing the roles God has given to us.


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