I am so incredibly excited to have been published by Scary Mommy. This site has been at the top of my "to-be-published-on" list, practically since my daughter was born, and today, a little dream came true.
You are all of it All of the happiness, goodness, grace My forgiveness, my redemption, my salvation, my peace
Our daughter's first birthday (I am happy but, if you can't find me later, I am sobbing in a corner; they seriously grow so fast!) was this past week and we celebrated yesterday, the day before Mother's Day.
I'm so excited to have been published for the first time by Mamalode! Please click here to read my article "One Day, She'll Only Want You" for their May theme, Cherish!
Let me begin by saying that I like French culture, I really do; I might even consider myself a mild Francophile. I have a big tapestry of France that hangs on the wall in our bedroom. I love camembert and Champagne, quiche, and oysters on the half shell with mignonette.
When I think back on Mila’s birth, I feel a lot of emotions remembering the details. The biggest thing I still feel, and the thing that usually prevents me from thinking about it much longer, is the heartache I felt when our daughter was taken the NICU.
I was spanked as a child. I was spanked with hard hands, leather belts, skinny switches from the bush outside the basement door, a flyswatter that Nana kept next to little porcelain tea pots. I was spanked as a child, and I turned out absolutely fine.
When I was pregnant, I heard (from the media) how often people were going to tell me how amazing having a child is. How they’d say it completes me. How they'd say I’d never known love like that before.
When I was twelve years old, I was friends with a girl who had a brown, sleek bob, with those super cool chunky highlights everyone was into for god knows what reason. I remember her teasing me, calling me "Frizz ball!" What started off as a joke quickly became her name for me.
They say a woman changes a lot when she has a baby.