I've been a momma for twelve years today. Actually, when I became a mother, I told Shane I would not be called momma. Ever. It was just too Southern (read: hick). I guess now the word is more in vogue, but somehow it's grown on me anyway.
Ashlyn was a textbook pregnancy and delivery (translation-LONG labor as a first timer). We drove home out of the hospital transformed into the most cautious drivers ever.
At home Shane and I cried for days. We were simply in awe of the amazing blessing a newborn brings, and possibly a little sleep deprived.
We are still in awe of how God works using children in our lives. Most of the growth in me is a result of dying to self while mothering. Twelve years is not enough time to have "arrived" for sure, but Ashlyn has also made my mothering tasks much easier. She's been a typical first born leader and helper. There are challenges with being born 40 but still being a child. The word "challenge" becomes more euphemistic as we get into the tween years, but all in all, the last dozen years with Ashlyn has been joyful and rewarding. I'm proud of my girl who walks to the beat of her own pink tomboy drum.
Happy Birthday Hollywood!