Happy...Burp...Mother's Day

     It is Mother's Day.  What a great day to start this blog.  I am blessed.
     Twenty-five years ago, and some months more,  we started a family.  Samantha was followed three years later by Rebecca.  For fourteen years, my life was filled with piano lessons, poofy dresses, pony tails, softball, and everything girl, and then there were boys.
     Between girls and boys, there were ten years.  Ten years filled with remediation and repair between myself and Jerry (more to come later), and miscarriages...three of them.  Samantha and Rebecca came almost on demand.   Having more babies was not easy.   After yelling at a nurse after the first D&C (they put me in a room with a woman expecting twins after the procedure!), the sorrow of failing to carry to term a second time (another D&C), and then learning that, with my doctor's approval, that I could quietly miscarry at home with no procedures after the third miscarriage, we finally were able to conceive.  I was willing to try just one more time, and it worked!  Teddy was born, all 10-1/2 pounds and 22 inches of him. I made him promise to not break my heart on the day he was born.  His old soul seemed to agree.  Alex followed, one miscarriage later, all 11-1/2 pounds and 22 inches of him. He makes us laugh. 
 I will be 58 when Alex graduates from high school.   I will have been a mom for 32 years before my last one leaves the home.  My days are filled with Tae Kwon Do, burps at dinner, boys wrestling on the floor, messy faces and shoulders to match (that is where the previous dirty face left its mark), bike races, scraped everything and bandaids, and hugs from loving boys.   The girls are women.  One is married, and the other is going to college.   They are beautiful.  I love being a mom.  Happy Mother's Day to me.