it's my girls' world

If you are easily offended or disgusted, this might not be the post for you... you've been warned.

Like other immature people, I enjoy the occasional potty humour. That being said, as I write this, I can't help but shudder while I chuckle.

Okay, so we got back from a wonderful but tiring thanksgiving (more about that later). After feeding the kids, I changed A's dirty diaper-- footnote, it was not the pee kind of dirty. Darin was going to bathe her in a few minutes so I decided to let her be 'free'- aka no diaper.

Cassia loves to go to the hairdresser- I think it's because they make such a big deal about her and tell her that's she's so pretty and precious (words that I avoid when complimenting her). She sits very still, gets her cut, preens a bit, collects her lollypop and then we leave. Pretty painless... I figured it wouldn't be that much different for baby Anjali...

My brother called me today with wonderful news.... He's a new daddy to the most beautiful, healthy little boy! I love this baby so much already and I haven't even met him yet. I choked up with excitement and joy about the journey that he and my sister in law are about to go through and how their lives are about to change.

I didn't get to tell him though about how he will never ever love anyone as much as he will love his child. You think you know love and then you have a child and it is then you realise what love is. When Cass was born, Darin held her and turned to me and said "how does it feel to go from my favourite person in the whole world to my second favourite person in the world, all in one day?" I didn't tell my brother that you know have this new found respect for other parents and your parents for that matter and you can't imagine that you were loved as much as you love your child.

I didn't get to tell him how powerful and powerless you are all at the same time. You are powerful in that you are molding this child, their values, their behaviour, their morals and ethics. You decide what school they go to, what vitamins they take, whether they do soccer or gymnastics and if they should be allowed to have a cookie before dinner. But then you also have to let them out in the world. You can't stop illnesses, bullies and accidents. You are powerless in the universe and you begin to wear your heart on your sleeve. Every time you hear about a tragic incidence, you think not only about the person but also about their parents and their immense heartache and you say a silent prayer for them....