Stuff That Matters

Today, my little girl has her birthday….!

It was a dark and stormy evening… šŸ™‚

In fact, I think my poor dad went in the ditch on the way back home after he’d picked up my oldest so that my husband and I could go to the hospital.

This was the first time going through this for my hubby. I think he was a little nervous! I was so excited. All my dreams were coming true! I so love being a mom (which was a big surprise to me when I’d had my oldest). I had been a single mom (I did have a lot of help from my family – still, it was not easy), so I had looked forward to having another child with my love of my life!

We went to the hospital, and as usually, after the first indications, my hard labor came on fast. Not a surprise to me (that happened last time), but a surprise to my hubby and the nurses! Hee! Hee! I told them so!

Anyway, being in a teaching hospital, I got over the fact that I didn’t know anyone that was hanging out “down there” (and there seemed to be, like, 20 people!), but at that point, I really didn’t care. Someone was very determined to see the world…And see the world RIGHT NOW!

I prefer natural labor (much easier for us “fast labor” people – I don’t know if I could do it for longer than my 6-9 hour labors!), so I was content doing my breathing. It was the middle of the night too, so I was kinda dozing in between, which was a weird feeling!

As you know, I love music, so for some reason, this song was in my head over and over while I was in labor:

Stuff That Matters by Tara Lyn Hart

The reason became evident after she was born. Again, it is funny how the universe works. I needed that song at that time to get me through the labor and the look on my husband’s face when he got to hold his little girl in his hands was a memory that I will cherish always. It was an incredible feeling for us to share!

The nurses and doctors were amazed at how big and beautiful she was! (of course!) She was my biggest baby at 10lbs3oz! with a ton of jet black hair. And she really didn’t cry, she was just full of curiosity and seemed to be saying, “Hey! I’m finally here! What are we gonna do first?”. She continues to be like that to this day!

This event (and this song) was the another point on my journey towards understanding that “stuff” doesn’t matter. That the “best things in life are free!”

I had different kinds of dreams before I had my oldest. They were completely changed after I had him, for so much better dreams! He changed my whole world. Everything great that started to happen to me, happened because of him!

And then, as I lay in bed with this beautiful, brilliant little angel curled up on my chest full of that awesome baby smell, I really started to get it, I really started to see “the stuff that matters”.

As she grows, every day, I am amazed at how she brightens the world. As I’ve said before, she is so precious. She is not afraid. She wants to try and do everything (which makes it hard for her sometimes, because she can’t…yet!). She loves so openly and so big! She is always dreaming, always creating. She is determined and stubborn like her dad, but that is going to make her an amazing, strong woman.

She believes in the best of everyone and does not judge. She already understands that everyone has a path to walk and we shouldn’t criticize them while they struggle down that path. She reminds me to find the good in every soul.

As my favorite Martina McBride song, “In My Daughter’s Eyes” says:
“In my daughter’s eyes, I can see the future”.

And the future is bright indeed!

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