1.) The ladies at MomSmack listed their top 10 faves of 2012 here. Use their list as a template and fill in your own answers! (inspired by MomSmack)
2.) Have your kids ever embarrassed you? Share something they’ve said or done that caused a *facepalm*.
3.) Tell us about something that is haunting you.
4.) Have you ever gotten detention at school? What did you do?
5.) Find a photo of yourself taken 10 years ago and display it on your blog along with a current photo. How have you changed since the day that photo was taken?
We know the routine. Pick a prompt and write about on your page.
Wow. Ok so there is a little more than 10 years there. But as you all know I am often the one taking the picture. The first one was the day Devin was born. Dear God look how skinny I am… where the hades did THAT figure go?? Lord you can’t even tell I have boobs! Trust me I had them just blankets and baby were holding them down..
The next picture is this Thanksgiving and I am holding my GRANDBABY! HELLO I am NOT old enough for a grandbaby. Certainly not old enough for the gray hairs that peek through now, seriously they stopped peeking, let me be honest. But I have earned every darn one of them. Devin was the ending of a stage for me. He was my baby, the last to arrive. Considering nearly a year before him I said I didn’t want anymore ever he was a welcome surprise. His two older brothers had worn me down with illnesses and allergies, one nearly dying from chicken pox and RSV. It was standing over that bed with him that I wept and told my husband I could not go through this again, the fear, the frustration of cocky doctors who wouldn’t listen to a mother who knew something was amiss. My heart could no longer withstand that kind of worry and pain to that level. He agreed. Devin held on through 2 birth control methods that should have pushed him out of me and hid through 3 pregnancy tests to be administered those medicines. He was determined to be here. He is and was the total opposite of his brothers. Laid back and funny, never even got sick until he was right at 2, not so much as a sniffle. He was my blessing to see the other side of raising a baby. To know that it doesn’t always have so many bumps and holes in the road.
My grandbaby came at another major shake in my foundation. The loss of my mother was devastating to me. He was sent to show me there are better days. Life gets better. Keep the grays they make you look wiser. Enjoy the small things while they are still small things, because those moments are what we hang onto when everything else is falling apart at the seams.