Growing up, I would not call what I lived Quiet or Normal. Those of you who know me, know what I am talking about.
My Mother (bless her soul) did all she could to put on a guise of normal. She drove carpool, she was a room mom, she cooked and we ate dinner at the dinner table every night, I had a strict bedtime, I had rules, we visited family for the holidays, and in the summer we hung at the beach. My Mom is an awesome Mom. But my life was anything but ordinary or wasn’t it?
Who really knows what goes on behind the closed doors in any home. So, who am I to really put that label on my family?
All I know is that I do not want my kids to live the life I did. The instability, uncertainty, and fear that filled my childhood is something I never want my kids to endure.
Something has happened to me ever since I gave birth to Ruby. I have changed, remarkably – but, that is a different story.
I have truly been blessed. God has given (us) so many gifts. He has provided for me and my family, he has given my children the life I long to give them and he has blessed me and my husband with the ability to embrace, rejoice and experience it all, together.
After a long day of BBQ’s ending with a block party;
Me: Wow, what a day! Do you ever feel like our life is surreal?
Ruben: Yeah, it’s weird.
Me: I felt like I was watching a movie today, all day. About this great family with really happy kids. Watching the boys playing football in the neighborhood on a warm summer night, sitting on the grass feeding my baby listening to music. . .Ruben! (as I fight off the tears) our kids have a normal life! It is a good life.
Ruben: Aw, Mamma come here. . .
Is it a Quiet Normal Life? Not exactly, but so far, so good. Thanks God!