OMSH

I’m not one of those Mommas who remember the DAY of the week her child was born; the date, of course - the day of the week, no. I also don’t remember birth weights, head circumference or body length. There are documents and journal entries to attest to those facts, I tend to toss them aside to make room for the “real” memories.

I remember moments…like the first time I wrapped my palm around their heads, the curve and dimples in their tiny bums, the swell of their bellies, the shape of their toes and pads of their feet, the first time they made their voices known, the first time our eyes met, and I cry each time I think of this one - but I remember Jeff’s face, full of tears, at each of our babies’ births - pure, unadulterated tears of absolute joy, pride, and awe.

When this post about Meredith began forming in my mind…one of the first things I wondered was what day of the week she was born. Thanks to the endless stream of useless trivia, a.k.a. the internet, it took me about 30 seconds to discover Meredith was born on a Tuesday.

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There are many things I want to blog about right now. In fact, I literally have 5 folders with images and text sitting on my desktop just WAITING to be rolled into a blog post. So what is holding me back? I’m not sure.

But I think I know.

I’m overwhelmed. I’ve been gone a year - took that much needed hiatus to get my personal life all sorted out - and now it is hard to jump back in. So much has happened! So much needs to be said. Other things don’t need to be said, but they still linger in my consciousness, pushing their way to the surface even as I write.

So I’m making a list of the things I want to say - things I want to talk about. Later I’ll come back and link from this list and for those that are so crazy as to read back into my archives, this will be a sort of reference into the dregs of my mind.

Please tell me you’re not interested in the dregs of my mind.
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