De-Fogging

Finals are over...as of last week. Wahooie!! What have I been doing? Working. I've had one day off since last Monday. I'm pooped. Anyhow, enough whining. The good thing about zero school for a few weeks, is that I get to read what I WANT TO!! The book I'm reading now (actually just finished) is Vanishing Acts by Jodi Picoult. I'm one of those freaks that highlight passages that I cannot get out of my head. As everyone knows I think a lot about motherhood and what I think it may be like or feel like. Anyhow, here's a few that I love:

"When you're pregnant, you can think of nothing but having your own body to yourself again; yet after giving birth you realize that the biggest part of you is now somehow external, subject to all sorts of dangers and disappearance, so you spend the rest of your life trying to figure out how to keep her close enough for comfort. That's the strange thing about being a mother; Until you have baby, you don't even realize how much you were missing one."

"Sometimes parents don't find what they're looking for in their child, so they plant seeds for what they'd like to grow there instead. I've witnessed this with the former hockey player who takes his son out to skate before he can even walk. Or in the mother who gave up her ballet dreams when she married, but now scrapes her daughter's hair into a bun and watches from the wings of the stage. We are not, as you'd expect, orchestrating their lives; we are not even trying for a second chance. We're hoping that if this one thing takes root, it might take up enough light and space to keep something else from developing in our children: the disappointment we've already lived."

I love both of those. I've read them a million times, even read them to Bubba....he of course laughed at me. Okay....enough of the sap.