rusty and grumpy...but trying to welcome the new...

I am trying to blog again...

trying...

It is hard to keep up on a date with one's self (is that right?). At least it is for me.

The past week has been full of doctor's appointments and pain and frustration...

not being able to walk properly, hold my kids, clean up ye olde' sty.

I also was having the best pity party...

because really I knew that my back HAD to get better, that I probably didn't have some kind of rare cancer, that other people deal with so much more than me, that they are still good mothers and worthwhile members of society... Yada yada yada.

So I am moving on...trying to get perspective...understand limitations of my body, but also to appreciate what this body has done for me (everything right?). But not to be too trite, I am not that woman, that one who is satisfied with their body...you know that one?? Is there one?

Anyway, I have been meaning to tell you body, tell you this:

Thank you body for housing this silly sometimes mixed mind.

Thank you legs for getting me around, from place to place, for letting me jump for joy on occasion.

Thanks to you arms, for hugging people, when I maybe thought that was "uncomfortable" but when I needed it as much as they did. For lifting my boys with they are happy and sad.

Thanks ample belly...for growing my boys and always "keeping it real".

Thanks back for support in all things, for steadiness, for strength.

I will strive to appreciate this body that I have everyday, being gentle with it, but also pushing it to become stronger still.

This letter was long overdue.

JMB