Random Things About Me

After the heavy blog post of last week, I decided to do something a little different.

15 Very Random Things you might not know about me.

Here is goes:

1. I blog while I am trying to get my kids to sleep.

2. I blog on my husbands new apple Macbook pro, because I secretly want one myself. You see, I bought him the Macbook, and he bought me a cute, but frightfully slow PC notebook. Poor guy. (Poor me!)

3. Writing is a passion of mine, but it comes behind my desire to be a doula.

4. Pregnancy and childbirth are therefore my number one passion, and I plan on becoming a doula as soon as I can. I am hoping to begin the process in the fall.

5. I also wonder why music, and all things violinistic do not go in my first place spot for things I am passionate about. I suppose it could tie for second place...I couldn't live without music.

6. I was raised Baptist, but converted to Catholicism in 2000.

7. I always wanted lots of kids.

8. I used to bring my dolls to my violin lessons.

9. I love to read, and I admire the ability to write and create stories in other authors.

10. My three top favourite composers are: Bach, Beethoven and Mozart. When I have been in labor, I listened to the Bach Goldberg Variations.

11. Now that I live on the West Coast, I never want to leave.

12. My biggest fear is ever having to move again.

13. I tried my first cigarette in Grade 9, and I still enjoy smoking. I have one every night. It's my own little secret bad habit. My little nightcap.

14. I don't think I pray enough.

15. I wish I had a HUGE Kitchen. Like, HUGE.

That's all folks!

Sister love

Sisters. I find myself looking at my four daughters and contemplating the relationship that they are so lucky to have with each other, and yet I know that it will challenge them too.

I am the youngest of three girls. I arrived on the scene five years after my sister, and the older two are two years apart. I was always close with my sisters. They spoiled me when I was little, and I looked up to them more than they know. I truly admired my older sisters, and I wanted to be just like them.

Now, the only relationship I have is with my oldest sister. My middle sister who I will call "Linnie", doesn't want to be a part of our family. No one has heard from her in nearly a year. It's complicated. The hurt is deep, and the history is heavy. What I don't think Linnie understands is that a family also has a history, and the love is deep.

I believe that Faith is one of the ways that we can understand the transforming power of Unconditional Love. I believe that to love oneself is only possible through understanding God's love for us. I think that this is what my sister is missing. She doesn't love God. She doesn't love herself. She couldn't possibly understand how much we love her. But we do. We love her Unconditionally. It's not a perfect love. There have been many times when the hurt has prohibited me from loving Linnie too. But time goes by, and slowly I come around and extend my hand again. And again. Linnie isn't ready to accept my love yet, not until she is able to love herself. I'll keep showing her that I'm here and want a relationship with her. I'll keep loving her.

God helps me to do this, because I can't do it alone.