It has been quite a while since I posted on here, but you know I have NOT slowed down. In fact I am racing full speed as always. I just haven't taken the time to reflect on all the good stuff. The moments are zipping past. Homecomings, and football games, first grade pride awards, and Halloween trick or treating, cuddles on the couch, and tiny feet jabbing me in the ribs when a little one sneaks into bed with us. This is the good stuff. My older sons are men, no denying it. Before I know it, they will have families of their own. The funny part is, I will likely have grandchildren and children that are not far apart in age, but hey, it is the life we chose. I will be like Kate Roberts on Days of Our Lives, a stylin' hip great grandma-- who is way invested in my kids, grandkids, and great grandkids. I won't be murdering and conniving on their behalf though, sorry boys-- we'll leave that for the soaps. I hope to always be a joy to you. Oh, and shiny, I always want to be shiny, Shine on Mamma! Shameless plug for my new endeavor.
I am helping to prepare a baby shower for a young woman at our church. She is young, just 22. Thinking about her, and what the future may hold for her and her little family, got me to thinking about life at 22. Much has changed for me since I was 22. That was really a difficult time. I didn't realize at the time that it was difficult. I had graduated from college, was having a post college, pre-real life, super good time. I was bar tending, partying, picking up and traveling to far away places to party some more. I didn't really have much in the way of financial responsibility yet, and my parents were living in Egypt-- leaving me in charge of the house and my younger sister. It was an "out all night, sleep all day", kind of life. To be honest, I was setting a pretty poor example for my sister, who at the time was working full-time at a nursing home, and was far more responsible than I was. Looking back at that time, and even later, till about age 25, it make...
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