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Parenting appraisal-What makes you Good vs. Bad??

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This is a tough one. It’s something that every parent, and probably most non-parents at some point, ask themselves.

“What makes a Good Parent?”

Is it what they can provide physically/financially (and I don’t just mean the hottest toys or tech)?

Is it their moral and ethical beliefs?

Is it their disciplinary methods?

What about their family beliefs/structure?

Most of you are probably thinking “It’s a combination of all of those things and then some”. And I wholeheartedly agree. There are so very many different characteristics and styles that go into successful (and of course, conversely, unsuccessful) parenting that we could sit here for days listing and debating (which I’m open to).
My post this evening instead focuses on one trait in particular that I have very recently heard much praise for as one of the major defining traits of “a good parent”.

THE ABILITY TO ASK FOR HELP

This seemingly simple and so often overlooked quality has played a big role in my life recently. Well, I suppose always but it’s taken on a new perspective, or rather, jumped to the other side of the fence.
I’ve never been one to admit I need nor ask for help. It’s something I learned very early on and has been quite difficult to shake. Or even modify.
But
I seem to have grown… (yay! Go me! :) )

Now, in all fairness (yes…to me!), I have done it before. As a matter of fact, I did it earlier this year and was met with resistance, hesitance, denial, disregard, and neglect.

And we wonder why I never do it?!!  ;)

But this time, it’s been different. Thankfully!

I asked for help regarding my son and I. My super smart, severely ADHD, crazy creative, OCD, completely complex, possibly Asperger’s son. It’s taken everything I am and everything I have to get this far but I just can’t go any further. Not on my own.

My son is by no means the most difficult kid in the world. But he IS the most difficult kid in Mine. He and I have some majorly massive issues when it comes to “meshing well”. Beyond his actual “issues”, he and I just don’t work so well together. Now…we certainly have had some great moments, but unfortunately, they’re the rarity. And it’s the majority rule thus far that has got to go…

I realized last week that something has got to give, and NOW, or it will be my control and sanity that breaks irreparably. And with it, our family.

~Deep Breath~ (rinse, repeat……)

So. Thanks to a couple of absolutely amazing and brilliant friends and the infinitely enduring support of my wonderful husband, I’ve got a little bit of a plan as well as a list of resources that I’m reaching out to. This is one of the absolute hardest things that I’ve ever had to do but it’s also one of the most important and valuable things I’ll ever do.

I was told that this sets me apart. That this is what makes me a good parent. Knowing my limits and asking (screaming and crying is a little more accurate) for help.

Hm…

I hope so. Goodness knows I’ve done a lot more than just doubt my abilities in this arena, just as every parent does, but realizing the urgency of the circumstances pretty much solidified those doubts for me. Until, that is, several people reminded me that I was taking the necessary action to prevent the worsening and destruction of the situation.

Huh….you mean…I’m doing something……Right????!?!!?!

Well will wonders never cease?

I figure…if I can do it once, I’m just sure I can do it again.

So there’s my motivation, or at least a part of it, for continuing on this terrifying quest for assistance and guidance. This has not been an easy road, and I know that it’s not getting easier any time soon. But I’m dedicated to continuing to follow it, and when necessary, completely repaving the sucker.

My hope is that this will help anyone else out there feeling/living something similar. Or maybe this will find it’s way into your mind and jump out and be useful sometime in the future….

My hope is that this will motivate someone else to take that horrifying step. That immensely intimidating, supremely scary step into the unknown all in the name of “umm….excuse me…..yeah…hi…….do you think I might possibly trouble you for a little help over here?? Yes…me…over here……the one up to my eyeballs in stress and fear and confusion.”…………

All in the name of …..my kid…….

 

Mo

Deeply personal and painful. A story of loss…

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Well here I go. This post comes to you thanks to a fellow mom blogger that shared her personal story of loss and pain and inspired me to talk about my/our most recent foray into the same.
~This might be a little graphic for more sensitive readers~

I am recounting this tale to you as I sit on the couch recouping from a D&C; for a miscarriage. This D&C; has been a long time coming too. Let me start at the beginning.
I started spotting about June 11th or so. A little late for my cycle, but ok. No big deal…except…something doesn’t seem right. Oh well. Move on. Quit making something out of nothing.
After a week, on June 17th, I decided to take a pregnancy test anyway. Something is up here…. Low and behold, there was that double line staring me right in the face. But what about this crummy spotting for the last week?
I called the midwife that night but didn’t recieve a call back until after I had finally made it to bed and didn’t answer the phone (she was tied up in a complicated delivery, which was fine). I called back in the morning when I discovered my sparce brown spotting had turned to red. After telling her what was going on, she told me what I had already known. This was probably a miscarriage, or actually, quite possibly a blighted ovum.
Now, let me inject here, that I spent just shy of 7 years working in OB/GYN and Labor & Delivery. I’m well aware that miscarriage happens (as best we can tell) because of some incompatibility with life. Miscarriage is our body’s way of taking care of some problem before it becomes one. I truly know, understand, and believe this. In this way, I am very fortunate. I do not share the most common problem amongst women/families who suffer miscarriages. I do not wonder what I did wrong. I do not wonder why. I do not blame myself. Honestly, I am thankful that the body is able to do this. I can’t imagine the pain that could/would come later if not for this amazing feat of mother nature.
Ok. So a miscarriage. Well, I’ve known since the beginning, somewhere within me, that something was just not right. Ok. This is ok. This pregnancy certainly was not planned for and we are not in a good position right now to bring another life into this world. But….there is still a chance that it may not be a miscarriage. I’d have to wait until Monday (this was Saturday morning) to go in and get my blood drawn and have an ultrasound.
Are you kidding?! Wait 2 whole days?! Yeah right! But, oh wait…no choice….ok….we’re in for a long weekend.
By Monday, the bleeding was still red, although not very heavy at all. I went in and had an ultrasound. There was definite bleeding from within the uterus. It’s safe to say miscarriage now. Despite the preparation, it still hurt. It was still loss. It was still quite painful (emotionally). We (the midwife and I) decided that I could let this pass on it’s own. It seemed on it’s way and afterall, I’d already done this once before almost exactly 7 years ago… So home I went, prepared to be done with this, hopefully as soon as possible.
Well, not so much….my body apparently wasn’t on the same page. I continued to bleed lightly for the rest of the week. All the while, my levels of HCG (the pregnancy hormone) were dropping accordingly. By Wednesday, June 29th, I had stopped bleeding altogether and my hormone level had dropped down to 103 (from a starting point on the 20th of 1310 [negative is <5]). Well alrighty. We’re almost back to normal and we can move on. When I went in on the 6th of July for what we assumed would be my last blood draw, we were taken by surprise. Instead of dropping all the way down to nothing, it had begun to climb again. Now, I’m back up to 199. Well what the heck does this mean? It means, that I’ll go back in on Friday to redraw. We want to eliminate the possiblity of lab error. And this time we’ll draw it STAT to make sure we have the results right away. Well, the results came in at 219. It hadn’t gone up as much as we would’ve thought with a new pregnancy, but it DID go up so… After some debate and confusion, it was decided that since the possibility was there, it was probable that I was pregnant again. New pregnancy. “uh…….ummmmm…….uhhhhhh…..ok.” Well now what?! I tell ya-dealing with the loss of a pregnancy makes you really look at how you feel about another one, planned or otherwise. Cuz as scary as it was, we were happy about this one. Were we financially stable? No. But would we make it work? You bet! We got to work on mentally preparing ourselves for this unforseen adventure. The plan was now to wait a week. Have my blood drawn again and have another ultrasound to verify. But no point in doing it until the level is higher and there is something to be seen to confirm. Ok. I have to wait an entire week now?!?! Will the torture never end?! Are you kidding me?! Well, I went in on Monday and had my level drawn. It’s been 48 hours, it should have doubled. Well, it was only 258. That’s nowhere near doubling…. That evening I heard what I already knew…”yes, we think it’s a new pregnancy, we just don’t know if it’s a healthy pregnancy”. I knew this already, but it didn’t make hearing it any easier.
So I manage to survive, with most of my sanity for another 2 days. Wednesday, July 13th comes and is almost past when I start bleeding again. AGAIN. Seriously?! Again?!? But this time with some mild-moderate left sided cramping. Dominic calls in and we grieve….again. I call the midwive’s office when they open and let them know what’s going on. They nearly all cry with me and set an appointment for later that afternoon.
After an exam and some discussion, they send me to another office for a more precise ultrasound. This one confirms what we’ve all been wondering about for the last month. No, this was not a new pregnancy. It was the same pregnancy. It was a miscarriage at probably around 6 weeks that just didn’t pass. Oh! And that left sided pain is a fair size cyst on my left ovary that may need follow up…. So. Again. I hear what I already “knew”. Again, I cry for the loss..that I’ve now had to mourn twice…. So back to the midwive’s office we go (Justice in tow) and let them know the findings. We sit down and set a plan. Do I want to try to let this go on it’s own? NO! Do I want the help of medicine to further it along faster? No. Do I want to just have a D&C; to get it done and over with? No, but yes. I/we certainly can’t do this anymore. It’s been just over a month already……I simply can’t do it anymore. I just can’t. Ok. So we wait for the doctor to review the ultrasound and make their recommendations and then we go forward. I may hear back today, I may have to wait until tomorrow…..Ok….
Friday, July 15th. I hear back that yes, I can call the doctor’s office to schedule the D&C.; I do so. Immediately. Let’s get this show on the road. I get an appointment for Tuesday, July 19th. We’re on 5 1/2 weeks since I 1st started spotting…
I go in on Tuesday and meet the doctor and sign the consent. I let him know that I need this done as soon as humanly possible and he agrees. I may hear from the surgery scheduler this afternoon or maybe not until tomorrow morning. Well the evening passes, then so does the morning. I finally call just after noon. She says that she was out for the morning and will call me back shortly, after conferring with the O.R. She calls me back and let’s me know I’m scheduled for Thursday, July 21st at 10:30am.
Finally! There is an end in sight. No more. (I apologize here for what may be difficult and/or extreme)
I don’t have to walk around anymore carrying a dead embryo. No more trying to carry on as usual knowing that this life, that started, is now dead and will start to decay within me. I mourned the death, twice actually, but I didn’t get to be rid of it like I was supposed to. Instead, I had to carry it around with me. Always. Everywhere. No matter what I did, no matter where I was. I was carrying death…

So here I sit. On my couch. Laptop in lap. “Recovering” from what has provided me with an incredible sense of relief. It’s finally over. We finally get to move on. Our loss will always be with us in our hearts, sure, but at least now the healing can really begin…..

<3

…Hurdles *addition/addendum*

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It occured to me after reading the last post later that I didn’t quite explain, for those of you (most) that don’t know, our situation. Or maybe I should say, what impact this has on our lives directly.

We’re a one income family. Dominic is the sole provider, although I’m working on at least adding to our income some with MO Creations and with this blog of mine. We decided early on that I would be a stay at home mom. It’s something that’s very important to us.
For about a year and a half, Dominic was an Independent Contractor. He essentially ‘owned his own company’. He ‘contracted’ with a company that contracts with auto parts companies and dealerships to transport auto parts. He used his own vehicle and was responsible for all taxes. It was NOT financially worth it, but it’s what was available. Because he worked for himself, there were no benefits and we could not afford to buy them on our own. No way!! So the hunt was on for a better job. Better pay, benefits, better company…better everything. We found one. In March, he started working at a solar company. He assembles and eventually, will help install solar collectors. It’s a great company overall. They have some odd business practices (they’re based out of Spain so it may be normal there…) but they’re dedicated to being as eco responsible as possible. They track their carbon foot print, as well as those of their employees. Dominic gets to work with engineers, gets to learn about alternative energies and is helping decrease the world’s (they have contracts in Chile, Brazil, U.S., etc…) dependence on oil and coal. These are HUGE things for him!!! It’s a great job. AND….we have benefits!! Woo hoo!!! And while this is a great job, this is by no means a career for my amazing husband. My wonderfully talented and insanely creative love is a writer and artist. It’s his passion. AND…he happens to be amazing at it! (For some examples of his artwork visit his webpage here.) One of his drawings has been published in Beyond Centauri, a Sci-Fi / Fantasy mag for young readers and he may have more published by them later this year. It’s very exciting but it certainly doesn’t pay the bills. Yet. It will someday. Dominic has an incredibly creative mind/vision. He’s been writing (and doing some illustrations for) a book. He’s taken writing courses to further his talent/ability. He’s submitting a couple of short stories he’s written to magazines. He’s working it. In addition to actually working…
So this brings us to the potential impact this STUPID MS may have on our/his life. MS can not only cause physical impairments of various kinds, but can also cause cognitive impairments. So…my husband faces not only potential limitations on his physical ability to provide for his family in the immediate, but also faces potential limitations on his creative process to eventually provide for his family and exercise his mind/creative skills.
Could I go back to work if it came to it? Of course. Will I if that’s what needs to happen? OF COURSE! But it doesn’t change the actual facts, nor will it change how it makes him feel. Could I get a job now and put Justice in daycare? Yeah….but to no end. Whatever earnings I brought in would pay for childcare and that’s about it. Whether your kids are in childcare or not, I’m sure most if not all of you know how incredibly expensive childcare is. What on earth would be the purpose of going to work just so I can pay for my daughter to be with someone else??? Ya know?!
This STUPID MS is already affecting these things. He’s having great difficulty focusing on much of anything (the insanely small details of his artwork) including computer screens (his writing) through this double vision. I can’t imagine his “pain” and frustration. He doesn’t think that this double vision is going to last very long and I sure hope that he’s right.
That’s something else about Dominic. He has incredible faith. And I’m not speaking of faith in a Higher Power right now. I’m speaking of his faith in mankind, science, and technology. Faith in mans ability to heal. Faith in mans ability to evolve. Faith in mans ability to learn and take from science what is necessary to help further itself. He truly believes that given the number of people, in both the US and worldwide that are believed to have MS, we can find a cure and will do so within his lifetime. He absolutely believes this. And not out of hope but out of faith that mankind has the drive to utilize it’s full ability and technology. Yet another reason why I love this amazing man.
Do I believe this? No. Do I want it to be true? You bet I do!! But let me tell you what I do believe in.
          I believe in Dominic. I believe in US. I believe in our ability to work through whatever comes our way.
I don’t believe in Fate, Destiny, or Luck. I believe you should not just ‘Take what you get’ but ‘MAKE what you get’. Don’t just ‘take the good with the bad’ but ‘take the good FROM the bad’. Learn from (all) pain; about who you were, who you are, and who and where you want to be.
These beliefs carry me through our daily struggles. They are what keep me as positive and truly happy as I am every day. Because I am just that…truly happy. I have a wonderful husband whom I absolutely love and who inspires me on many levels, I have a beautiful (body and personality) little girl who, along with her father keeps life fun and light. I have a wonderful son who challenges me to be a better person and mother every moment of every day and amazes me with his imagination. I have wonderful friends who support me every step of the way and remind me that being a “Family” isn’t about sharing DNA. Tell me how it could possibly get any better than this?!?!
No. Life is not easy. We wouldn’t learn and grow if it was. I have faced some pretty big obstacles in my short life and they keep coming. You know what?! Bring em on!!! I’m learning and evolving every step of the way. I’m being challenged and while it may be tough to get through, I’m all the better for it in the end. And so is my handsome husband and my fabulous family….

So…that’s where we’re at…
He has a doctor’s appointment tomorrow with a PCP to hopefully get a referral to a Neurologist and get going. I’ll update you as new things come our way.

Mo

I never tried hurdles in track…

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And there’s a good reason!!
Happy Wednesday to you all! I hope you had a happy holiday weekend and a fabulous 4th. Safe and Fun!
Ours was lovely, but I’ll give ya more on that later. :)

Back to the hurdles…
I never tried them in school. Wouldn’t do it. No interest in the slightest, but more than that, I “knew” I couldn’t do them. I still stand by it. When watching hurdlers, then and now, I think it’s absolutely amazing that they can get their legs up to do that….not me baby! But maybe even more than those very valid reasons, I’m thinking now that maybe it was a subconcious move on my minds’ part to abstain from ‘superficial’ hurdles since I had plenty of real life ones to deal with. Not to say that anyone else, actual hurdlers specifically, doesn’t have issues of their own but you know…I think my brain was working the whole ‘self-preservation’ tactic. Yay for my brain!! :)
And yes, as is the same for everyone, those real life hurdles just keep a’ comin! We’ve had several lately, but the most pressing at the moment is Dominic’s ‘probable’ MS – Multiple Sclerosis. I say ‘probable’ since we haven’t had a confirmed diagnosis. Almost 3 years ago, all of a sudden, Dominic started experiencing double vision. It occured after a day at his family’s ranch slingin hay bales. We thought it was from the strain from the work, but mainly from the incessant coughing he went through from the airborne hay. We figured it would resolve but after about a month of no resolution, we went to an eye doc. She was great. She said it was “6th nerve palsy” and recommended a Neuro-Ophthalmologist. We saw him. He ordered an MRI of the head, face, and neck. Ok. Done. So…… The results were back and said “strongly suggest MS”. Ok. There were a couple of potential diagnosis’ that floated around before the results were back. None of them felt right to me. There was just something telling me that they weren’t it. When the doc said MS…that one instantly made sense to me. It just felt like that was the “right” one, even though there is NOTHING “right” about an MS diagnosis. And even though that one had never been suggested as a possibility. Not to us anyway.
So. He informed us that there were a couple of really great Neurologists in the Chicago area and that Dominic would need to follow up with one so as to get more testing for a definitive answer. Now, so as not to confuse anyone, yes we’re in Colorado now. At this time we were still in Albuquerque but were moving to Kenosha, Wisconsin (an hour from Chicago) the next month. Ok. Great!! Except we have no insurance, paid for all of this out of pocket already (1 Ophthalmologist, 1 new glasses rx, 1 MRI of head/face/neck with and without contrast, and 2 Neuro-Ophthalmologist visits…Yikes!!!!) and were paying for a major move….umm……Riiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiight…..
Well, the double vision resolved itself slowly within the next month or so. Yay!! We never got Dominic to a doc while we were up in the midwest…instead, we focused on my new pregnancy (don’t even get me started on the ridiculousness it took to get me prenatal care up there-I’ll cover that sometime if anyone’s interested) and moving 2 families 1500 miles to Colorado. He didn’t really have any new symptoms while we were there so it made it easier to put it on the back burner for the time being. Never taken off the stove, just moved to the back…
Well. I’ll sum it up and say that he’s had 2 or 3 more “episodes” since the initial. Double vision only played into 1 of them and it was brief. The other symptoms were tingling of the arm/hand and leg, as well as some ongoing memory issues. This current one started a week or two ago and is another nasty bout of double vision along with one sided facial tingling, sudden onset fatigue that will then resolve later, dizziness and lack of balance, and a ‘fogginess and slowness’ of the mind that comes and goes. No Bueno!!!
Well. Enough is way too much! We finally have health insurance so we’re using it! He can’t possibly continue like this. He works with big dangerous equipment and materials at work. Double vision is a MAJOR safety issue!! Our reluctance to get him in any sooner has been due to the “Pre-existing condition” definition of the insurance company. They define it as a condition or illness or injury that has been tested for or investigated in any way, regardless of diagnosis, for 3 years prior to coverage. Well….it won’t be 3 years until the end of November…. SUCK!!!! He just can’t wait that long. We need to get started on this as soon as possible to hopefully get some treatment for some of these symptoms.
My amazing husband has been dealing with some pretty crazy and increasingly difficult stuff and never complains. NEVER. He’s never had any health issues so all of this is very new to him. It’s NOT easy, in any sense. He works SOO hard for us and pushes on regardless of what he’s been going through. He’s my hero. Even when I haven’t had very much patience with him and some of his symptoms. Having medical issues is old hat for me. I dealt with a lot of things for a lot of years. I was flat out told to my face that I was making it up for attention, there was nothing wrong with me, and that I had anxiety when I really had an increasingly serious (if left untreated) heart condition. I dealt with major symptoms for years of both a heart condition and a neurological condition when there was “nothing wrong with me”. So I had no choice but to suck it up and figure out how to keep going. You’d think I’d be a little more understanding when someone is having a hard time adjusting to sudden limitations that are beyond their control. Turns out…not so much. Turns out, that my brain seems to think “if you can suck it up and deal with it, so can everyone else.” What the hell kind of crap is that?!?!! I haven’t always had a lot of patience with Dominic but I tell ya, that stopped this weekend. I have made it a conscious effort to be patient, sympathetic, empathetic, and truly supportive. He says I’m doing great so far. Yep. That’s Dominic. Taking time to praise my efforts when he’s the one going through this horrible crap. Just ONE of the reasons I love him so much.
So. He’s at work today. The first day this week and the first day with the double vision. We’re glad he only has one more day this week. And then, on Friday, he has an appointment with a PCP to hopefully get a referral to a Neurologist to get going with this thing.
He’s only had one little time (during the 1st episode) where he was angry and sad and did the “why me?!” thing. Totally normal and valid. I don’t have those. I don’t see the point. Neither does Dominic which is why it was once and very brief. It helps with this, as well as everything else, tremendously. We are however, faced with some pretty serious issues as a result of this and are really trying to see the potentials, their possible solutions, and what they mean for our family. We try very hard not to stress over things that aren’t facing us yet or that we have no or little control over. We’re pretty good at it. We (me in particular) do however need to take a look at the possibilities to help plan. Having a general idea, regardless of whether or not it works, is incredibly helpful when faced with a situation. So-that’s what we’ve been doing the past few days. Going through the potentials of what we may be faced with in the future and setting up how we might deal with them. What are the options? What do we want for our family and how can we best achieve it?

So. There you have it. Look at that…I shared! ;)

Here are a few sites with information about MS. Do some reading. Learn about it. Hopefully, be compelled to help with the quest for knowledge so we can Cure it!!!!
MS Lifelines - a Pfizer sponsored site but still quite informative without being overwhelming
National MS Society - gives you the nitty gritty truth of what MS can bring, especially from actual patients
MS Foundation

So. There you have it.
Questions? Comments? Information??
Bring it on!! :)

Thanks for ‘listening’–
Mo

A new week-a new start and some new questions for YOU!

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Happy Monday. :)

I’m certainly of the mind that it will be. I’ve had a rough couple of weeks. But! I decided that today is the start of a new week therefore it can also be the start of releasing the past couple of weeks. I am seriously in need of some release. Recovery and Healing. In every sense.

I have struggled, more than once recently, with just how much to share on this blog of mine. I follow quite a few blogs. Some are strictly deals/steals/coupons etc., some are book reviews, some are blog biz centered (how to develop, further, monetize, etc.), some are family centered (what we did, what we learned etc.), and a couple are completely open-share everything-no holds barred forums. While I admire the courage, the freedom, and the unabashed sense of self, I just can’t seem to do it even though part of me wants to.
First, there’s something within me that can’t quite share, this publicly anyway, all of the “failures, shortcomings, and hardships” that I and we as a family go through. And believe me, we have ALOT!!! Those of you that know me personally know full well. It’s funny. I have little to no problem at all sharing deeply personal experiences with people I know personally (rather freely and maybe sometimes TOO freely) , but when it comes to putting my imperfections out there on display for the general public…I just can’t do it. I get the psychology of it, it’s just still interesting to me. For some odd reason, I feel this need to ‘put on airs’. I think that’s the best way to say it… But you know, as I write this, I have this desire to list out all of the things going on and that I’m working on or need help with… Tres Bizarre!
I’m quite torn.
But also feeding in to this is the sensation that “nobody is interested in what we’re going through. Nobody wants to read about the sad, difficult, or crazy stuff that goes on in my/our life.” Truly. Even though we are in an age of “Reality” tv, voyeurism to the extreme, I still don’t see how anyone would be interested in MY life. Even though I admire the courage of those that share it all and part of me wishes that I could just suck it up and do it. Even though I am grateful for those that share it all, for giving the public the chance to see that a)they’re not the only ones going through ______, b) EVERYone has problems/issues/difficulties, NOone is perfect, and c) giving others the chance to learn from and take solace in others’ experiences, I somehow still feel like I’m the exception….
What the hell is THAT about?!
See?! I’m a BIG ol’ mess! ;)
So…the ultimate question….To Spill, or Not To Spill?….. LOL!!
I certainly understand (and highly encourage) the amazingly healing powers of ‘venting’. It’s absolutely amazing how helpful ‘getting “it” out there in the open’ can be. Having someone with whom you can share and get feedback (or not get feedback) is invaluable. A support network, no matter how small or big, is essential. You can never have too much TRUE support, too many shoulders.
And then there’s this contrary notion floating around my crazy brain that I owe my followers an explanation of my absences. You small group of people that have chosen to be updated whenever some new crazy thing occurs to me or I share a new recipe. I am so appreciative of each of you. I feel like “these people signed up to hear what I have to say/share, they deserve to know what’s taking me away from saying/sharing it. They deserve to know that I’m not abandoning them and that they really are important to me”.
So. I guess it all boils down to this…
What do YOU think?? You-my readers. Would you like to hear more about the insanity that is our life? The sad and difficult along with the happy and fun?? The reality. The absolute imperfection and what I/we try to learn from it.
What are your opinions about public sharing? What do you like to read about? What do you look for?
Let me know. I am always looking to learn and grow.

Excited for you to help me on my quest,
Mo