Momma.Ranch.Teacher

I wanted to start with a topic that so many could relate with in so many ways. I don’t want to bring out long drawn out stories but I am a mama of three. Two beautiful babies here on Earth with me, and one beautiful baby, Brylee in heaven. Here on the ranch, along with my husband we are raising an adventurous third grade boy and a sweet smiled kindergarten age girl.

I thought when starting a family that the process wouldn’t have taught me patience but it sure did. My husband and I tried for our son for over a year. In fact, I was wondering if a family was in the cards. We went to one fertility appointment. The doctor promised to send us results in two weeks. Results never came but it turns out it wasn’t needed because shortly after a positive test appeared. I felt like I was in a dream. My husband worked nights at the time so I had to wait until he came home that morning. He worked twelve hour shifts so he was usually tired in the morning when he returned home. I debated to tell him after he got a few hours of sleep so he could process the news of becoming a dad. However, my excitement at this point was screaming. Becoming a mother was something I always knew I wanted and my husband teasingly new how baby crazy I was. He said I could practically smell a baby. While he sleepy reaction may not have been exactly what I had expected…I could tell he was ready and as excited as he could show at the time.

At this time in our lives…we weren’t quite at our goals. I was still in college for Elementary Education and he was as I had briefly stated working graveyards. He was a man that many still call…selfless. The kind that friends and family would say that he would give the shirt off his back if someone needed it. While graveyards aren’t exactly ideal for family life; he knew it would be a way to provide for his family especially while I finished school.

Again, this isn’t all supposed to be about my family and I. It is about perspective and how we all have a unique and divine journey. So much of what I endured and experienced may not have gone to my plan but that is exactly what I planned to write this. To share that what we experience and the journey we can share with others becomes our testimony.