Losing the draft for the NBA

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Lately Jessica has been spontaneously complimenting me – you know the whole “You’re the most beautiful mom in the world!” syndrome in order to get what she wants which was completely prompted the first time it happened, and she caught on quickly. However now she’s just been randomly saying things like “Mom, you’re the BEST!” or “You’re beautiful mom, you’re so kinda beautiful” and her intentions are purely to let me know how she’s feeling.
Three’s have kind of kicked us to the ground some days, and then other days? She goes and shows us she knows how to do something other than whine or throw tantrums, and use words – actual words, to love us, build us up and compliment us.
Last week was one of those weeks that will go down in history as One Of Those Weeks. Like being on the high from an amazing promotion and then walking to lunch only be hit head on by the bus that never saw you coming – but while you’re in the ER the doctor delivers the news that your insurance was revoked and you’ll be in a wheelchair the rest of your life. Kicker is, you’re an athlete and that promotion? That was the draft for the NBA. Yea, One Of Those Weeks as far as parenting goes.
I’ve learned to ask for help, which I did, and it delivered – and we’re all breathing easier again. Plus, I just had the best birthday of my life and was reminded once again how the people around me are some of the most amazing around. There’s the saying that you can’t pick your family but you can pick your friends. I certainly fell into some of these friendships while dating and marrying Aaron – and aside from feeling blessed about Aaron I’ve been smacked in the face and then titty-twistered in the heart with friendships that stand the test of time. These people would be at my doorstep in seconds if they heard me crying. They’d bring wine or ice-cream and they’d camp out in my backyard to keep me safe, all I’d have to do is ask.
So losing the draft to the NBA one week is really nothing. I never wanted to be a professional athlete any ways. I did however always want to be a mom. So I can pretty much stop running the marathon of approval. I’ve made it, I’m here.

One thought on “Losing the draft for the NBA

  1. I’m glad you’re feeling better jodi…an older mother once told me, when I was having one of those weeks that “it only gets harder” and she was right…but fortuntely it pays off when we see our kids looking into our eyes, telling us they love us…and for some reason…they still love you, no matter how you feel, no matter how you’re doing…and i love you too

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