It was a good day today. I have been kind of down on myself because of my weight lately, but today, I had a very good day.
We finished my step-son's room. We have a couple more things to hang in the girls' room, but Jordan's room is done. Its not the best boy's room there ever was, but I worked really hard on it, repurposed old stuff and painted stuff we had. I researched and found good deals to put in his room. I am very proud of what I did. I redid that room, getting a new bed and furniture for less that $100. I am proud.
The kids, since Jason has been divorced, have never had a room or space just for them. And even in this small apartment, I have a space for the kids that they can call their own. Avery isn't big enough to need her own space, but Soph and Jordan are. And I did it. Its the little things, little bits of pride you take when you've worked hard for your kids to give them something they can really enjoy. And its a good feeling.
As I was sitting here, trying to get up to work out, my daughter woke up and needed to be fed. I knew that I wasn't going to get to work out today. She needed me, she needed me to hold her. So I rocked her, and after a while, she fell asleep. As I watched her sleep in my arms, she had flickers of smiles as she dreamt peacefully. And I felt proud of myself. I am a good mother. I give my daughter love, and kisses, and hugs. We give her security, a home in which she can thrive. I make her happy. I have a purpose. I am Avery's mother and I serve a huge purpose in her eyes. I might be 15 pounds overweight, but that makes no difference to my daughter. She just knows that any time she needs her mom, her mom will be there.
I just realized how proud of me I am. Is that bad to feel like that? I don't think so. I am making a difference. In my daughter's life, I am creating a place where she is happy. I joined a family with Jason and the kids. And I am making a difference in that family. I'd like to think I've added to it, to help give the kids something they could have never had before.
It was a good day today.
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We finished my step-son's room. We have a couple more things to hang in the girls' room, but Jordan's room is done. Its not the best boy's room there ever was, but I worked really hard on it, repurposed old stuff and painted stuff we had. I researched and found good deals to put in his room. I am very proud of what I did. I redid that room, getting a new bed and furniture for less that $100. I am proud.
The kids, since Jason has been divorced, have never had a room or space just for them. And even in this small apartment, I have a space for the kids that they can call their own. Avery isn't big enough to need her own space, but Soph and Jordan are. And I did it. Its the little things, little bits of pride you take when you've worked hard for your kids to give them something they can really enjoy. And its a good feeling.
As I was sitting here, trying to get up to work out, my daughter woke up and needed to be fed. I knew that I wasn't going to get to work out today. She needed me, she needed me to hold her. So I rocked her, and after a while, she fell asleep. As I watched her sleep in my arms, she had flickers of smiles as she dreamt peacefully. And I felt proud of myself. I am a good mother. I give my daughter love, and kisses, and hugs. We give her security, a home in which she can thrive. I make her happy. I have a purpose. I am Avery's mother and I serve a huge purpose in her eyes. I might be 15 pounds overweight, but that makes no difference to my daughter. She just knows that any time she needs her mom, her mom will be there.
I just realized how proud of me I am. Is that bad to feel like that? I don't think so. I am making a difference. In my daughter's life, I am creating a place where she is happy. I joined a family with Jason and the kids. And I am making a difference in that family. I'd like to think I've added to it, to help give the kids something they could have never had before.
It was a good day today.
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