I was married for 10 years before I had my son when I was 32 years old. One might think I would have had my act together with all that life-living under my belt. Thankfully, there were (and still are) many teachers, books, magazines, classes, friends, programs, blogs, and random strangers who were willing to share their wisdom.
To put your family first, in this busy, busy world, was a valuable lesson learned. It's all about time.
Stacy lives in Minnesota with her husband, son, and mischievous cat.
I try not to overreact. I didn't scream when I saw his swollen nose and forehead where the baseball broke his nose. I didn't cry (when he was watching) when he called from the trampoline place with a broken elbow. These are the teenage years and he is a boy. I guess I've warmed up to the idea that accidents will happen. I wasn't so stoic when he face-planted against the corner of the wall and bruised and bloodied his lip on our way to have his one-year photo taken. He had just learned to stand and walk! He hadn't learned how to fall away from sharp corners, though, and I learned that seeing him hurt himself hurt me more to the very core. I sobbed and sobbed over that bruised lip, and the missed photo appointment.