This is whatever is on my mind, I am uninteresting, random and abnormal. I dont like the over use of apostrophes and spel check is overrated. I rarely re- read what I wrote so you might have to decode some of this. I am prob the laziest writer on here.
I am frightfully honest kind and female. I love morning coffee, morning yoga and morning wood any time of the day.
Wednesday, March 28, 2012
I went to bed to this post from my oldest daughter. She posted it on Facebook.
"My friend's mom died today, leaving her with no biological parents, just her step-dad and brothers. As sad as it is, it makes me appreciate my mom, dad, and step-dad more than ever. I don't know what I would do without my parents. Even though they have rules, and say "no", I can't even comprehend the fact that one day they won't be here. Love your parents shitheads"
I cried. I am in a big fat cry baby mode right now. I am holding tightly to my loved ones and feeling really proud of the joy they are adding to my life. I love that my girls are friends with each other, me, the BF and their dad. Note: I am not trying to BFF my kids, they no the parent child boundaries and respect them without eyerolling.
Prior to this post, we had been in San Diego for the weekend. Had a great time with the kids, with the BF, with met Brett and Kimmie and I felt a great sense of unity with me family.
Haley's friend's mom had breast cancer. And now she is gone. I feel a great sadness for anyone one that loses a parent but there is something that breaks my heart about anyone not even 20 losing a parent. I have wondered about that passing moment of "what if?"
What if something happened to me would my girls be equipped enough to get by? I like to think so but then my daughter said she doesn't know how she would go on if she lost me. I remembering my own mom telling me when I was a new mom that we are our children's life. Losing us is their number one fear.
I would say that is a parents number one fear, Losing a child.
I hope and know my daughter would go on. I know this. But when I reversed that statement.... I dont know if I could go on. I would but what a hole in the heart and soul that would leave.
Until then Love your parents, shitheads. And love your kids with a big fat teary hug and tell them you dont care who is looking.
I miss their sweet young innocence. But I am happy to report, Both my kids say they arent moving out until they are 30. Maybe they really do love me.