I am the mother of two. I am coming to grips with that – but not in the way that you think. I have always wanted to be the mother of three – but really never had a plan – so certainly never expected to start having babies so late. So now that I am forty, I am admitting that I have 2 babes, and that will be all. I have NO desire to be pregnant at 40+ and really NO desire to chase a toddler around at 40+++. And I am OK with that, because I have 2 wonderful, healthy, challenging babes and who could really ask for more?
I am married to a great, great man, and I have a dog who likes to stand on the table and search out any crumb that might be left behind. I am Canadian, and super proud of that – I make no excuses for the extra U’s that slip into my words. I live in New England, not because I had a great desire to live in the United States, but because I fell in love with a man I knew I was going to spend my life with. I work outside the home, out of the home, and for the home – but my family is my priority and always will be. I am the youngest of three – I am the baby sister to two big brothers whom I love to tears – also great men. I have a great relationship with my Mum and Dad, whom I miss often. That is me.
This is us. We love the outdoors – we love all seasons – when the snow drops are done pushing their was through the cold ground we start to count the days until it’s summer and we can head to our family cottage in Northern Ontario, and while we are being amazed by change in colour of the leaves, we begin count the days until there is snow on the ground to play in. We laugh, a lot. My husband has a quick sense of humour and I already see the same in my son, and I love that quality about him. Sometimes I can forget to laugh, because I get so caught up in the moment. My daughter is a force to reckon with and I love that about her – we often say in reference to her “a well behaved girl never made history”. I think she will make history.
