Sunday, October 26, 2008

One Year Ago...

One year ago, I would have told you this day would come too quickly. The first year with AC flew by and I assumed it would with the wee ones, too. It did not.

One year ago, I thought I would only desire friends to stop in and help for a couple months and then I/we would be able to handle it. I could not and my friends rose to the occasion.

One year ago, I felt isolated and imprisoned in my home and thought it would never end (as an outdoor person - this was debilitating). After 6 months or so, the incarceration ended and we were free.

One year ago, I was wigging out and tired and didn't have an angstrom of knowledge of what I was doing. I'm still constantly improvising, but am not freaked out. There isn't time for such nonsense.*

One year ago, I had ridiculous crazy-person thoughts that there was no way I could love another child/ren as much as I love AC. I now know that was a ridiculous thought from a crazy-person.

One year ago, I had no idea how hard and frustrating and spiritually draining and easy and loving and perfectly wonderful life at Taigh Laird would be.

*Okay, I still wig sometimes...

1 comment:

Sarah Hastings Acosta said...

Your favorite Sarah Beara is so very impressed by what a "not perfect" person/mother you are. I seem to feel all the same things and have the same frustrations and days of just wanting to break down and cry (which I periodically do) and drop the f-bomb (among other profanities) and I only have ONE child to deal with. Lady, you are my idol for handling 4! Love you!