amputee
I got an early morning "jump on the bed" call from my adorable nephew, Gavin. Although I didn't have to be up for work until 9:27, he decided that I wanted to get up at 6:30. I finally got him downstairs at around 7:00 after a little monkeying around, so I could get a little more sleep in. Although I spent endless amounts of time with my nephew before I left for school, I never really thought about him being my kid. When I was tired after a long day of playing, I could give him to my mom or sister. But these past few weeks, watching the two kids has given me so much more respect for my sister. If I was in her shoes, Gavin would be 3 years old right now. I can't imagine not being able get a break when I'm tired or what not. She has made so much with her life.
How many teenage pregnancy cases ended up with:
1. The mother graduating high school
2. The parents getting married (my parents woudln't let them get married just because she was pregnent, they wanted Steph and David to wait to make sure they really wanted to spend the rest of their lives together)
3. Graduate COLLEGE
4. Have another healthy baby (with two failed attemps....)
I have always wanted to be a mother (and still do). But there are so many other things out their that need to be experienced until I can give up everything for my children. I am not going to be some half-ass mom, I will be in the PTA, I will bring sliced organes for halftime at the kids soccer games (and make the cutest banner ever). I can't wait to be a mother, but I can wait.
Today at work, I pulled on the huge green gloves as usual. They go up passed my shirt sleeves, so I feel silly with them on, but I love their color. Anyways, as I was reaching up to put a dish onto the drying rack, I realized that water was falling on me. I then used my Inspector Gadget skills, and found a small gash in the third finger of the right glove. This brought me to to the conclusion that my more dominant, right hand must stay limp and let the left hand do all of the work. After much thinking about limitations and what not, I am very thankful to be healthy. As a child, I always secretly wished I was missing a finger or a leg or something strange. I am not too sure why, but I always thought I could deal with the burden. These thoughts then took me to many places that only I could somehow manage to connect to the topic of limitations. All in all, the dish time didn't really feel like 2 hours.
Then, as I was cutting the swiss cheese, or should we say my pungent enemy... I got to thinking. As I laid the slices into a neat stack, I was able to see the evolution of a hole in the swiss, and stuff like that. I then linked that to seeing people evolve, in terms of growing. Not like a little tumble weed, but emotionally growing. It reminded me of how wonderful it is to be able to see someone grow so much, and be able to persevere through a horrible time in their life.
My job at Quizzies is turning out to be like an extended form of school. I suppose the class title would be: Abstract Thinking for the Imaginative Mind. I am definately earning an "A".
How many teenage pregnancy cases ended up with:
1. The mother graduating high school
2. The parents getting married (my parents woudln't let them get married just because she was pregnent, they wanted Steph and David to wait to make sure they really wanted to spend the rest of their lives together)
3. Graduate COLLEGE
4. Have another healthy baby (with two failed attemps....)
I have always wanted to be a mother (and still do). But there are so many other things out their that need to be experienced until I can give up everything for my children. I am not going to be some half-ass mom, I will be in the PTA, I will bring sliced organes for halftime at the kids soccer games (and make the cutest banner ever). I can't wait to be a mother, but I can wait.
Today at work, I pulled on the huge green gloves as usual. They go up passed my shirt sleeves, so I feel silly with them on, but I love their color. Anyways, as I was reaching up to put a dish onto the drying rack, I realized that water was falling on me. I then used my Inspector Gadget skills, and found a small gash in the third finger of the right glove. This brought me to to the conclusion that my more dominant, right hand must stay limp and let the left hand do all of the work. After much thinking about limitations and what not, I am very thankful to be healthy. As a child, I always secretly wished I was missing a finger or a leg or something strange. I am not too sure why, but I always thought I could deal with the burden. These thoughts then took me to many places that only I could somehow manage to connect to the topic of limitations. All in all, the dish time didn't really feel like 2 hours.
Then, as I was cutting the swiss cheese, or should we say my pungent enemy... I got to thinking. As I laid the slices into a neat stack, I was able to see the evolution of a hole in the swiss, and stuff like that. I then linked that to seeing people evolve, in terms of growing. Not like a little tumble weed, but emotionally growing. It reminded me of how wonderful it is to be able to see someone grow so much, and be able to persevere through a horrible time in their life.
My job at Quizzies is turning out to be like an extended form of school. I suppose the class title would be: Abstract Thinking for the Imaginative Mind. I am definately earning an "A".