As a young 21 - 22 year old senior in college, I drove around in my VW Golf, with a sign taped onto the glove box that said "YOU ARE IN CONTROL." Well, my fiance, soon to be husband, used to tease me and tell me that I needed to give birth to a "litter." He was of the view that I had the same Type A personality that a cat has. In his experience, cats mellowed out after they had their first litter. This is not scientific mind you, just anecdotal. I didn't mellow out any time soon, as I am sure the 4 step-children we had custody of within the first 6 months of our marriage can attest to. I didn't mellow out for a long, long time. Too long, in fact. Bless those 4 beautiful children who had to endure my obsession to control them. Not to be misunderstood, there were A LOT of things that we needed to get a handle on and control was the only way to go about it. But I took farther than was necessary or healthy. "Little General" became my hu
Dear all of you, Last year I had a thought or impression, maybe. I felt like I wanted to send you guys a letter to tell you my thoughts about Mother's Day. Well the day, week, month and year came and went, and I never did. This year, same impression. This time I'm responding to that impression. My path to motherhood was slightly different than most. Four kids within a few weeks of being married and then 5 of my own. Mothering is hard work. And strangely, nobody bothers to actually tell you how hard it is. Mothering is also the most rewarding thing I can think of ever doing. I used to hate Mother's Day. It's not uncommon. Gather 20 mothers together, ask them to discuss mother's day and I would be willing to bet more than 1/2 of them hate it. The reasons vary. We are all different. I could drone on and list the reasons I "hated" mother's day. They were all selfish and self-pitying. Therefore, not worth mentioning. Those of you who are
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