I've tried therapy, I've tried drinking, I've even tried just hashing it out with friends. But nothing clears my mind so I figured I'd blog about it. Can't hurt, right?
I lead a pretty charmed life with great husband, beautiful child, nice home, good job, savings in the bank and can even support a diabetic cat and spoiled rotten wiener dog. So how does someone like me have one nagging issue that keeps eating away at my happiness? I'm not sure so I'm going to blog about it. The goal is to stop letting someone else steal my joy. I've also always dreamed of writing a book but I'm too lazy to sit down and write for more than a few minutes so a blog is the obvious answer. Two birds, one stone.
The first thing about Bean is that I am a mom. I love being a mom most of the time. Its by far the best thing I've done with my life. Much like every generation before me, since becoming a parent my goal is to not make the mistakes my parents made. I plan on making a whole bunch of my own unique mistakes. So far Daughter is strong willed and ahead of the curve, starting her terrible twos a year ahead of schedule. More on her later.
Before becoming a mom I was a wife. Husband and I have a very romantic love story that started as high school sweet hearts, then there was some breaking up, some dating in college, some engagement to another guy, then finding each other again and getting married. I love him so much it hurts. Besides Daughter, he's the best thing I've ever seen.
Before becoming a wife I was a daughter and sister. My Brother and I are the last remaining physical evidence that our dad was once a man. We are the product of a man that is now a woman who was married to our Mom for a few years. Brother and I call our dad Moddy which is a combo of mommy and daddy. I wanted to go with Dammy but I got overruled. Our Mom is amazing. She survived being married to Moddy and went on to marry a great guy, Stepdad. Moddy is a transgender, lesbian, atheist, bipolar lunatic. Moddy is the stealer of my joy. Because I let her. Correction, I've let her steal my joy in the past. From this point forward no joy of mine will be up for grabs.
Next up, another thing about Bean.
