Epiphany

I had a wonderful and satisfying epiphany last night. My 15 year old step son came into the kitchen earlier in the evening while I was still engaged in my own thing, inquiring about when dinner would be ready. He was "starving" and apparently had been for some time. I told him dinner would be ready when it's ready OR..... he could go ahead and get it started.

Folks, I didn't have to cook dinner last night. Eureka! The secret to a stress free evening:
Starve your children as long as possible. Not only will they be tempted to cook, but they will also be so hungry they will eat just about anything.

I long to have a baby of my own. I have for a very long time. I've dreamed up hundreds of scenarios welcoming this beautiful baby into our not-so-nuclear family. I think I would be a good mother as I have a lot of love to give. Although some days my heart aches and I fight to hold back tears, most other days I am accepting of what it is. While coming to terms, I try to see the positive in the life I have now. It is a very, very good life.

I have a husband who expresses his love for me every day, verbally and physically. There is never a doubt in my mind that I mean the world to him. And then there are those kids of his. Three wonderful and loving kids. Even though I did not birth them, I feel a love for them that I dare say most step moms don't possess. I feel very protective of them. I have a strange (almost panicky) responsiblity to guide and direct them to good and righteous things. And in return, I get the affection that I so desire. Not a day goes by that those kids don't hug me, kiss me, share their exciting moments with me.

They need me, and I need them. How blessed we are that our Heavenly Father knows what He's doing.