After rereading the prior blog, I have arrived at the conclusion that I should be ashamed of myself. And if, in fact, I had of authored this entry, I would be appropriately appalled at my actions. However, it doesn't take a rocket scientist, a brain surgeon, or a sneaky oldest son to figure out that a mother imposter penned this prose attributed to me.
Although..........certain stated facts are truthful. I do have 3 sons. End of truth.
These 3 sons are my bragging lifetime achievements. Each one possesses a part of me. For so many years they gave me life. Through them I became beautiful, athletic, funny, popular, smart, adventuresome......I lived moments Iowa farm girls have only imagined.
When the last one left home, I thought my life was gone. I realized that the memories were few and did not fill the void. I agonized over missed moments....things that could have been and were not because I felt other now insignificant things had priority.
My sons have returned to bring me new definition. I am a mother-in-law and grandmother. I pray God gives me time and opportunity to make the memories that I previously missed.
To each of my sons: I thank God daily for the joy you bring me. I am still a bit overwhelmed by the fact God entrusted 3 sons to me. But know this, you make me very proud.