Amazing Love

Most people complain when their child gets sick on a weekend. I'm not most people. I selfishly enjoy it. Don’t get me wrong, I hate it when my babies get sick but you won’t hear me complaining if it happens during my time off. You see, during the week, I would be frantic trying to find someone to watch him/her. I would feel like a failure of a mother all day for having to go to work while my little one needs me. Also, I would feel like a failure of a worker all day if I had to call in sick to my employer. It is always a lose/lose situation. However, on the weekend, I get to be the doting mommy that my kids long for and deserve. I get a glow about me and take pride in my mothering skills knowing that my babies are not having to wait for someone else to figure out what a grunt or a whine is all about. I carried both of them in my body. I have every part of their being embedded in my very soul. I am so very grateful for the family that I have because they will drop just about everything to help us out. And, Ryan is always willing to keep them at home if he can, even when he has to take off work to do it. However, I yearn and ache to hold and comfort them in their time of need. Many have tried but NO ONE (that is on Earth) can duplicate the love of a devoted mother. I pray for those out there that have never known of the love that I am speaking. It is a genuine, one-of-a-kind feeling. It is a fire that surrounds and engulfs you, creating warmth that no amount of water can douse. I look to God when I need that kind of love. I don’t look to him near enough as I should and maybe that is why it is so difficult to forgive my own mom. Just like a mother's love, God’s love is also never-ceasing, all-engulfing, and blissfully-tender. And no one can duplicate His love, not even a devoted mother!

Just Getting Started

Welcome to my blog! I just watched the movie Julie & Julia and decided that a blog might be what the doctor could order for me. Since this does not need a script, thought I would try it out for myself. I am a 30-year-old woman who was molested by her step-father at the age of 8. My mom is still with the man and does not know why it breaks my heart every day. He has admitted that he molested me and yet she acts as dumb as a blind mouse sitting on a mouse trap. I would like to use this blog as a way for me to vent about what has happened and how it affects my everyday life with my husband and two kids. I hope that this will bring peace to me and comfort to others that are going through the same thing. I am going to post just about every gross detail, so if you have a weak stomach (or heart) this won't be the blog for you. However, if you stick around long enough, you will see how I power through and overcome the daily obstacles that I face. Until tomorrow, God bless.