In honor

Yesterday was Mother’s Day. A day that honors all women who have babies, big or small.

Little did I know, I was born to be a Mom. I was born to love and nurture and cherish and support these two babies that I call mine. To protect them when they are scared. To kiss boo-boo’s when they are hurt. To encourage them when they are feeling less. To applaud their accomplishments and spark their creativity. To stay up all night when they are sick. To give them strength and wisdom. To lead them into truth.

I feel inspired and honored and humbled to be a mom --to know that I’ve created these two little miracles, and are teaching them and sculpting them into happy respectable little people. These two lovelies are my greatest accomplishment; my greatest, most priceless treasure. The road of motherhood has led me on an extraordinary journey and fills me with pride and happiness throughout my very being.

And so as we celebrate mothers, it’s also a time to celebrate the ones that made us Mommy, our little ones.

I am truly, truly blessed.

Krysta Jean 2003

William Emerson 2010

I’ve been searching for the perfect Mother’s Day quote on MothersDayCelebration.com, and this one seemed to sum it up the most. It goes:

“The moment a child is born, the mother is also born.
She never existed before. The woman existed, but the mother, never. A mother is something absolutely new.”

~Rajneesh

This quote is also on my friend, Melissa’s, blog- --another fabulous mama.

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I hope y'all had a fabulous Mother's Day and Happy Monday!

Em

Still a reason to celebrate.

Every morning I wake up with half-squinted eyes peering open to the sounds of a crying toddler over the bedroom monitor. Every morning I pull William out of his crib, who instantly wedges his head perfectly in the crook of my neck, and every morning, with wobbly knees we scoot downstairs.

As we round the landing of the stairs, we stop for a moment to look out outside to see snow or a pink sunrise or a moose or sometimes just a grey, gloomy, hazy dawn. Once we’re satisfied that it is indeed morning and we are indeed getting up for the day, we proceed the rest of the way downstairs where I’m hit,every morning, by the intense aroma of coffee gurgling in our red coffee pot. Ron brews two cups of coffee for me --rain or shine-- every. single. morning.

Today however, was not like all of my other every mornings. Today my girl and I woke up at the crack of dawn to undergo an EEG. Today my girl was nervous beyond belief, but wore her big girl brave face.

pardon my blurry photo

Krysta has been having random, non-patterned, on and off seizures for the past 3+ years. There’s no rhyme or reason on what causes her to have them; the only thing that’s constant is the actual seizure itself -her eyes roll back, she collapses, and her body does a little shake making her body extremely limp.

We’ve done an EEG before, but the results were unsuccessful. We’re praying that we can find answers, so we can get down to the root of the problem.

 

When your world is shaken up with the not-so-perfect combination of uneasiness, worry, and insecurity, we tightly wrap ourselves into one another.

We are a family. We are entwined together. And we deal with the good, the bad, and the unknown together.

  

In celebration of one step closer to finding answers, we treated the kids to a rare outing to Moose Tooth Pizza, the most delish, overpriced pizza in Alaska, followed by a trip a Barnes & Nobles for new books.

 I'm currently reading "The Fixer Upper" (love Mary Kay Andrews!) Krysta's reading...all the rest!

We tend to find many reasons to celebrate around these parts –birthdays, a lost tooth, a “hey I finished all the laundry”. It’s the good, the bad, and the unknown that makes up life, and that alone is worth celebrating, every day.

“The more you praise and celebrate your life, the more there is in life to celebrate.”  ~Oprah

 Happy Friday!

Em

Exactly one year ago.

Exactly one year ago, I had a baby in my belly that was twisting and turning and aggressively fighting his way out to meet us. 

It's one of my greatest achievements as a woman-- birthing my baby.

He was strong, and he was ready. My only relief from the pain was to be on all fours with my face buried in the cushion of a rocking chair while my husband rubbed my back through each contraction.

Nurses would come in and say, "you know we can give you something for the pain... something to make you more comfortable. Pain meds in an IV? An epidural?" I replied, "No, I'm fine-- not yet."

As the night rolled on, the contractions got stronger and closer. All I could think about was, breathe in, breathe out, breathe in, breathe out. Until it was, breathe in, and push.

At exactly 12:00am, I birthed my baby boy into this world.

And it was beautiful.

birth announcements

And so today, we celebrate.

More to come...