Motherhood. The most important work a woman will ever do. Ever. “No other success can compensate for failure in the home”. I feel this so deeply. Almost 2 weeks ago my 4 year old was diagnosed with Type 1 diabetes. I knew nothing of diabetes, except what I’ve seen on Biggest Loser :)…..which is Type 2. It’s an incurable, life long disease. Type 1 is NOT like Type 2, it is not preventable, it is an auto immune disease. The pancreas stops making insulin. And boom, our life has bloomed into multiple finger pokes, and insulin shots a day and sometimes though out the night. We spent a few days in the hospital last week. Motherhood is serious business. I feel so blessed to be a mother. I feel blessed that this is what I’m dealing with now, and not what you see in the congo post below this one. I am grateful for so many things. For so many people. Too many to name. I am so thankful to be able to capture moments in my own children’s lives, as well as in my wonderful clients. After all is said and done, we have our memories, and hopefully some photographs that spur on the feelings of those memories. My goal this year is to keep up with photography, because let’s face it, I LOVE IT! But I’m not going to take on as many clients this year. I will do my best, but my family has to come first. 🙂
Her last day in the hospital…..she’s so brave.
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One of my very favorite poems:
“Have you seen, anywhere, a tall little lad
And a wee winsome lass of four?
’twas only today, barefooted and brown,
That they played by my kitchen door.
’twas only today – or maybe a year?
It couldn’t be twenty, I know,
They were calling for me to help in their game
But I was too busy to go
Too busy with sweeping and dusting to play
And now they have silently wandered away
If per chance you hear of this slim little lad
And this wee winsome lass of four,
I pray you tell me
To find them again I would journey this wide world o’er.
Somewhere, I’m sure, they’ll be playing a game,
And should they be calling for me
To come out and help them,
Oh, tell them, I beg, I’m coming as fast as can be!
For there’s never a house might hold me today
Could I hear them call me to join in their play.”
By Minni Case Hopkins:
