Sunday, January 25, 2009
I have been mulling over this post in my mind for a long time.
I have no words to describe what I want to say with any degree of eloquence - so I'll just come out with it.
I can do more than just make/raise children.
Most of you are shocked, aren't you? It's OK. Most people think that's what I'm all about. And hey, can we blame them? Of course not! I mean, admittedly, I do have quite the talent for birthing beautiful babies. And, well, nine is a pretty big number to most people when it comes to kids.
Take my mom for instance. When I went to visit her at work the other day she introduced me to every person we saw like this:
"Have you met her? SHE HAS NINE CHILDREN!"
Not, "This is my daughter, Gerberta. She can be SO funny and clever and creative! She loves to sing and has been passionate about music for as long as I can remember. And you should taste her homemade bread. Her cooking is fabulous. She can get pretty crazy, too - she even plays the accordion a little!"
I understand her introduction. I know she is proud of me and loves my kids, and that makes me very happy. But you know what? There is so much more to me! So much that has been bottled up and put on the shelf, preserved and stored carefully away for future use.
I have mentioned before that I have a hard time choosing and making friends. I have to know you're for real before I can open up and really be ME. I have to know I can trust you with the things I share. But you know what? Once you make it past that, I want you to know everything! I want to sit my true friends down and say, "OK, my first memory was of the time I was 4 and my brother and I were pretending to be chipmunks..." and not stop until I have showed you every photograph, told you every story, cried and laughed and even sat silent at times, covering my entire life's history, so you really know what you're dealing with.
I guess that's what my blog has become.
You catch glimpses of my life as a mother and wife, but I love to throw in the sweet and spicy stories of my childhood and teenage years so you can get a taste of who I really am - and how I got to where I am today. This place is my outlet for writing, a passion I have enjoyed from the age of 7 when I wrote my first poem and discovered the magic of words.
I have nine children. This is true. And I LOVE it! But inside that mother, there is another person.
Thank you for coming here, for reading my blog. Thank you for taking the time to get to know the real me.
It is the most generous compliment I could be paid.
above photo found on flickr.com