The past 12 months have been a year of unforgettable experiences. From the Great Wall of China to the streets of Hyderabad, the Eiffel Tower to the canals of Amsterdam. And Dublin, a city I’ve had the privilege of visiting half a dozen times and each time, I find something new. I’ve made the most of these opportunities and am forever grateful to Mike, our family and friends who help out when I’m gone.
There is no experience or opportunity, though, that validates me more than being a mom.
I’m side by side with Greyson in his bed as he fights a stomach bug today. No mother would wish her children to be sick but the worth I feel as I rub his back, clean the puke bowl, fetch the popsicles…I’ll take this feeling over professional triumphs any time. This is who I am.
And on a lighter note (not for the faint of heart):
- *Greyson is crying while sitting on the toilet and puking at the same time*
- Me: “You have diarrhea, Grey” (for the first time since he was 9 months old)
- G: *stops crying* “It rocked! It was like phfoooooschhh. It was awesome”
- Me: (speechless)
On Father’s Day, Mike took Greyson to a Mariners Game with his tee ball team while I stayed home with Graham so he could practice how to say “no”, “No” and “NO”. That night, after Greyson fell asleep, I took this picture of him and the Mariner Moose. One of these days, he’s going to wake up and get angry (Grey, not the moose), but until he does, I’m going to risk the occasional nocturnal shot. I can’t resist.
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