A Love Like No Other...

No one really can prepare you for being a mother. You can read the books, hear other peoples stories, but there is nothing like that very first moment that you hold that screaming bundle of joy in your arms... The last 13 hours suddenly fade away and every ache and pain in your body is worth it. You suddenly realize the love you feel for this tiny little baby is better than anything you have ever experienced. Sounds amazing right? Well what they don't tell you about is the fact that this amazing love often hurts at times. Not at first really, yes we are tired and worn out and we shed a few thousand tears but that is more out of exhaustion. The hurt I am talking about comes long after you teach them to walk, talk, and feed themselves, after you mold them into the tiny little human they are going to become and they become independent and you can no longer protect them from the pains of life. They don't tell you that your heart breaks into a million pieces when you know they have been hurt by someone they love and look up to. They don't tell you how terribly heart breaking it is to see the smile fade from their eyes, knowing all you can do is hold them tight and reassure them it is ok. Knowing the pain that she feels because you yourself experienced it as a child and you would do anything to not have her feel that pain. It is terrible but then those tiny hands reach out for you and you comfort them and you can feel the life coming back into them as you remind them of the love you have for them. A love like no other... We cant fight their battles for them, as much as we would like to at times, but we can teach them how to navigate through those muddy waters and we can show them how to handle bad situations with poise and grace. We can teach them to forgive and we can teach them to love anyways. To love from a heart that is not cold, a heart that is pure, a heart that will be broken a thousand times. We can show them compassion and how to love others as you would want them to love you in return, no matter what that outcome might be. We show them how no matter what we will always be there for them, proud of them, lifting them up no matter what they do. We do all these things, not out of obligation, but because it comes naturally to us as a mother. Something happens the day they are born, deep from within our soul, and suddenly nothing will ever be as important as they are. That is purely a love like no other.

No Intro Needed...

I have wanted to write for a long time now... but something about it is intimidating... Maybe it is the fact that people will read it... who knows. You know it is bad when you find yourself writing in your head and thinking man... I should write these thoughts down. Seriously. I have those conversations all the time. So I switched blog sites and tried to remove as much personal information as possible and tada we have a new blog... Noodles not Squares. You might be thinking what in the world is that and why would she name her blog that. Well if you just waited a few minutes I can explain... Just kidding. I remember a sermon a long time ago about the difference in men and women. Women are like a bowl of noodles with our thoughts. We have 50 noodles in the bowl and they are all intertwined and we can have a million things to focus on at once and we can handle it. Men are like waffles, they take life one square at a time. They tend to not be in more than one square at once, nor do they tend to care about the next square until they get there. We are wired differently and that is ok.  So with that being said be prepared for some major randomness... Some thoughts may be repetitive, others may not make a whole heck of a lot of sense... But this is my blog and I can do what I want! :)