Fish and Chips Story — The Story of Us

The wonders of being a mom: It truly is amazing the things that make you excited as a mom. Now whether this is because my life is too boring or because I can’t believe my little one is growing up on her way to being a big sister i’m not for sure. But on Tuesday Alora went poop on the potty for the first time. What a huge step, now has it been a recurring event? No much to my chagrin, but it happened and once is all the start I need. And as for the polish part of this blog, yesterday my daughter opened my hall closet and pulled out my nail polish and said “mommy do nails please.” Now who could refuse that? So she picked out a pastel pink and I did her nails, followed by her toes, followed by my nails. In an odd way what a truly girlie bonding experience. Now granted she still sucks her thumb so her right thumb nail didn’t stand a chance of keeping the polish on, but come on who’s checking that closely any way. For the 15 part Alora counted totally unprovoked to 15 3 different times on Wednesday and Yesterday. Which is so strange since I haven’t been working with her on any numbers past 10. My how she is growing, but then so is my belly with baby Abbie.

On Tuesday night I had an experience that almost brought me to tears, but I couldn’t embarass myself or my friend. Tuesday night was girls night so a bunch of ladies got together to go see 27 dresses (great movie by the way, for a chick flick). When the movie was over it was late but girls just can’t say goodnight with at least a good 20 minute conversation outside of the theater under the awning while it’s pouring the rain. So as we are all standing there and unsolicited unexpected hug comes flying out of the blue. I turn to see a good friend who used to be in our youth group and game with us. As he hugged me I suddenly realized the importance of being me. Now this may sound all deep and philosophical but as the introductions were made, small talk followed and then he walked away with his girlfriend I realized that after all I had been through that I had stayed true to myself and in the end whether they knew it or not they appreciated that. As life changes so quickly, especially for people in school, it’s amazing the need they have for real people that stay true and constant. Someone that they know in the end is going to give the same answer a year ago as they will today, because even though they don’t know who they are yet, you know who you are. So as I look back on this week and think of my theater visitor, my myspace friend requests, and my messages on my phone (all from old youth group kids) I realize that I will always be there for them and God will always be there for me.