I'm on a little quest to find the Joy while being "left out".
A little back story, I was raised in a Christian home. Basically lived at the church. My dad was a minister of the church for 19 years before he and my mom got a divorce. That rocked my world. My mom left. So there I was a 13 year old little girl with her daddy. Don’t get me wrong here; my dad did the best he could do adapting to being a mom and a dad. We did have hotdog sandwiches almost every night. I can still smell the aroma of the microwave cooked hotdog and halfway burnt cheese with a hint of bacon. I love my dad, but there was one thing he couldn’t give me. A mother’s love. A mother’s love is almost as powerful as “true love” in the Disney movies. It can just about cure anything and everything. I honestly never knew what exactly I missed growing up until my first baby boy was born. The love that overcame me for this little baby was extraordinary. But that isn’t when I realized the depth of a mothers love, it was when my oldest Chaz, broke his leg. He was 2 1/2 and his little brother was 1. I know your probably scratching your head and ready to move on to someone else’s story but just hold on. Babies need their mom, yes, and most babies their mom is where they get their food. That’s a given. And I’m not making light of that. But when my loving caring 2 ½ hear old broke his leg, for some reason sitting on his mother’s lap made the tears go away. A gentle rub down one cheek made the sun shine again. WOW to have that kind of power. And yet a mother has it. So why can’t I find the Joy? Well fast forward a year, and add another baby. We now have three kids under the age of 4. That in itself would explain the loss of Joy lol! I constantly find myself missing out of the fun times of life. Going shopping with the girls cause I got a baby attached to my boob. Missing the preachers sermon cause I got a 2 year old trying to figure out how to take the pew apart. Or having a “pretty” house ‘cause my 3 year old decided he would fix his juice all by himself only he missed the cup and now red fruit punch is all over my carpet . Thus my quest to find the Joy while being “left out.”
