I'm a Mom. I live in America.
Before I was a Mom, I was a woman, really a girl, living in America.
Two simple words, American Mom, actually are probably the most complex words imaginable. But, no one ever really wants to be described or limited by 2 words.
So, I won't limit myself, either.
What to say to you, the reader? What could I write that is worth your time to read this?
Well, today, I will write what I'm faced with this day, a Saturday.
In one room of my house, yes I feel blessed to have a home that the bank allows me to live in, are the girls. My two amazing, inspiring, draining future leaders of the world. They are currently helping each other clean their room, supposedly.
In the other room, my super-duper sons (and one friend), playing some game I have tried to play, but will never be good enough to play with them.
Boy #1 is about to head back to college tomorrow. Enter sad mommy face right here!
So, what else about me is interesting?
I have dreams and unrealized aspirations. At 48, I think that is a good thing.
I'm the wife of the world's best guy, ever!
I'm an artist. Something I've just started to call myself this year. I thought it was kinda conceited to claim that title. Seriously, Leonardo, Michelangelo, Monet are artists. See? kinda conceited to say it about yourself. No? Anyway, this year I felt good enough about my art to claim the title myself. Am I a master? Not, yet, but, I have dreams.
I love nature. Like, sit in the woods on a carpet of moss and be at peace by just breathing in the smells and soaking in the sounds of the surrounding nature.
I love animals, including, but not limited to the pets we have. Pets are (1) 100lb Lab/Hound mix, Captain America; (1) 6lb Yorkie (Parti coloring) Storm; (1) 3lb Yorkie Groot; (1) Orange Tabby Phoenix; (1) Guinea Pig Lilo; (9) Hens.
I love people. I love meeting new people and learning about who they are and what they love.
I have experienced the grief of losing loved ones early in life. It never gets easier as I get older.
I am currently battling Breast Cancer.
Not one of these things will tell you who I am, but each is a piece of me.
Please remember that no one person is just one piece of who they are.
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