I've always been a bit of a late bloomer. I hit puberty later than my friends; I was slow on the uptake for the latest fashions (some might say I still am); I fell in love with softball too late for it to benefit me in college. Lately I am finding myself, finally, utterly and desperately in love with being Mamma. We're seven years into this thing called parenthood. Why on earth did it take this long?
Nevertheless, there it is: I love motherhood. I love homemaking to be quite honest. I always thought it was this horribly oppressed state of womanhood, but really, I love the idea of being able to care for my family, keep them healthy and happy. I keeps me healthy and happy too. Odd. I've been thoroughly enjoying this knitting; I love canning and putting by the food from our garden; and I love, love, love gardening. I've been getting the seed/plant order ready this week and I am almost drooling with the possibilities.
It's no secret that I've been thinking about another baby. To tell the truth, we probably couldn't afford it and we would have to seriously retool the retirement plan. And I keep trying to remind myself how hard it was and how tired we were. But even so, the idea is appealing to me in a way I never thought possible. Funny how life throws those "nevers" back in your face. And when you'd least expect it.
For now I'm going to enjoy being Mamma. I want to live in the moment as much as possible and be mindful of how much I am enjoying this moment. Who knows when it will come back around.