I’ve been sitting on this post for a couple days. I haven’t posted it yet for a couple reasons. First off I just haven’t had the time and the next reason… well did you see me post the other day about how Lunarpages sucks? Yeah, well we’re down even as I type this and have been for almost 48 hours now. 99.9% uptime my ***!! Oh yea, my email is down too.

Enough of that, it isn’t what I want to talk about anyway.

We all have many moments in our lives that change everything. Some are tragic events, some are wonderful but none the less they are life altering. We start to remember what is truly important in our lives and everything else is insignificant. I have a few of them myself. Dr. Phil claims we all have 7. I don’t exactly know why he says 7 but oh well.

The most obvious ones are the days my children were born and of course meeting my husband. I think those are all givens. But what if I had eight children then Dr. Phil? Anyways I will never forget the first time I ‘understood’ what it meant for someone to die. Moving across the country by myself certainly classifies as well.

The most recent one for me is my gallbladder rupturing. It was a huge deal in testing both my own strength and the strength of my family. I discovered that not only can I endure physical pain but I can calmly face uncertainty. I’m quite proud of myself for that. I know I’ve mentioned here before how it has changed me but I just can’t emphasize enough just how much it has.

I look at my family every minute and am overwhelmed with love and appreciation. Even when Thing 1 is trying to lick the toilet and Thing 2 is screaming because he STILL hasn’t popped his first tooth! I feel as if I just went to the next step in life maturity. I now finally know what I want from this life, and what I want others to know me for.

The problem with all of this is that it is a very personal and individual journey. Every event affects everyone differently. I could never imagine understanding how another feels and I could never expect anyone to understand mine. It puts a little dent in things. Suddenly I am so sure of everything and I think it’s frightening Hubby a little. He probably thinks I must have walked into something and banged my head a little too hard.