protein shake in one hand and 2 bags of doritos in the other. not sure if he is trying to gain muscle or confuse it.
It’s difficult , sometimes, living in this house of amazingly fit super successful athletes. My son is a baseball player ( guess you figured that out from the photos) . My beautiful daughter is a competitive gymnast since the age of 6 , now a Level 7 for USA Gymnastics and also a recent addition to the world of HS Cheerleading.
Nick is now 16 and Natalia is 14. and I’ve been “differently abled” since falling down the steps when Natalia was just 2 and he only 4. Spending 2 of their toddler years on crutches being shuffled from dr to dr to seek the most current form of treatment for a then little known disease called “RSD” aka Reflex Sympathetic Dystrophy. At the time of my injury, I worked full time at a large local Hospital in Human Resources in a job I was certain I would retire from.
Housewife/stay at home mom is a role I never wanted yet somehow found and embraced nonetheless. When I was forced to give up the career I loved more than anything, I made the decision that I would put all the energy and passion I had for my job into my new role. I decided that my new “job” would become being the best Mom that I was capable of being. Remember, my children were 2 and 4 at the time. Staying home seemed the scariest option in the world to me. How could days filled with messy, loud kids possibly be as fulfilling the place where I went to to escape this loud, messy, chaotic home? In a blink my life went from working 45 hours a week,- power meetings with CEO’s and the like, teaching Sunday school, and starting a business to cooking, baking cleaning and coloring. It was a huge adjustment and one I never thought I’d have to make. At first it was difficult. I missed grown ups. I missed the fast paced, packed calendar I kept at the Hospital. But slowly strange things started to happen. My children started to teach me how to live. I learned the beauty of a butterfly, of a fall leaf, or the amazement a cracked sidewalk held. I learned the joy of a bottle of bubbles. I took an interest in cooking and began to delight in the responses I received when I got it just right. I discovered parts of Hope I never knew existed. My children have slowly begun to teach me who Hope is.