“What doesn’t kill you makes me stronger” I said, after loading myself like an unwilling donkey with 5 bags of food and hygiene products, a large bag of dog food under my arm and my purse.

“You chose those things to carry and then complain about carrying them”

So much truth to that.

I do that.

Burden.  Then get so wound up that I complain.

Martyr.

I see it now, I honestly didn’t before.

Dishes in the sink: “Do them! They don’t need soaking!”

End up doing them.

And it’s not because he won’t, because he has.  I have this OCD thing and my kid has had to live with all my  idiosyncrasies and not only survived them, but thrived!

My son is the funniest person I know.  Has the best taste in music.  Has the most amazing things to say that blow my mind away …. And I had nothing to do with that.

I had the most amazing pregnancy with him.  No morning sickness, skin glowed, hair and nails flourished.  Couldn’t wait to ‘meet’ him.  Honestly, after he was born, I missed carrying him.

But, he was here!  And I bumped into his crib ‘accidentally’ so he’d wake up and I could hold him.

And I never stopped.  Never stopped adoring him.

Anyway, this ones for you and thank you.