Once upon a time, a tiny boy was born!
I seriously don’t understand time. They say it goes by in a blink of an eye when you have children. Who ever said that wasn’t lying.
I swear the past 12 years have gone by quicker than I can remember. It makes me sad. I want to do everything to make my boys happy, and I really hope they can look back and remember a good childhood. I had several years where I was in chronic pain, and I wish I could go back and force myself to interact more. I feel like it robbed me of time with my kids.
Dylan [tiny boy from above] went to his first school dance on Friday, and while I am so proud of the young man he is, I’m not ready for him to enter his teen years. I want more kid years!
I know this is a sappy post, but getting my feelings out into the universe helps me cope. I have many regrets as a mom.
- The terrible state of mind I was in while being a victim to chronic pain.
- The horrible postpartum; both times.
- The crippling anxiety that prevented me from doing fun activities.
I’m sure they are minuscule to the boys, but they will forever stay with me.
I suppose all I can do now, is to cherish and live in each moment, creating lasting, happy memories! These 3 boys have no idea how much I love them!
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Until next time