Have you ever felt like an ant? A tiny ant in a forest of redwoods. A drop of water in an ocean, a grain of sand on a beach, a blade of grass in a field, a pebble in the mountains...you get the idea. I like the ant analogy. An ant's job is not unique, but he is busy doing it. Ants work hard. They get squished all the time (Isaac squished one the other day), and it's no big deal. There are probably millions of others within a sqare mile.
I kind of feel like an ant. Isaac isn't always "squishing" me, but everything else fits. I don't feel like I have anything unique to offer. I am a wife, a mom, a nursery teacher, a nurse, an American...so are a million other people. Millions.
But don't get me wrong: I am happy! I am constantly amazed by my blessings. I get to enjoy my first son's antics and my second son's budding personality on a daily basis. I have a husband who's always learning something new and who loves to share it with me (I could go on about wounds and ostomies...and on Wednesday I get to help him study the "continence" section--woowoo!). And there is so much more.
So, please forgive me for being myself. I know I'm the only "me," but I'm still not anything special (Even this picture isn't original-- I stole it from my sister's blog, http://www.supermomindisguise.blogspot.com/). I love my family and my life, but I'm not going to tell you who to vote for or what's "in" and what's not. That's not what this blog is about. And as soon as my diggity dang camera gets fixed, I will be back to blogging more fun times with my family without anymore apologies.
