I look around and can't believe how blessed we are. We have wonderful neighbors who mow our yard or shovel the snow when my husband is gone. I have friends who are willing to take my boys, even in a last minute for me. I have the blessing of living close enough to family to see the on a regular basis, which is something that I have found myself taking for granted at times.
We are getting ready to move again (as is the Army life) and we won't be close to family like we have been at our current location. Although we have been stationed overseas and other places away from home, all of that was before kids. I still was going through a number of medical treatments, but it was easier to handle when it was just me. Now I have these two little guys running/crawling around and it adds a little extra challenge to things. A challenge that my mom has helped with more than I can count.
We moved here when I was 32 weeks pregnant with our oldest. My parents helped us house hunt and helped us (when I say us, I really mean they helped by husband) move. They were here to take care of our crazy puppy while we were in the hospital. Then when my husband went on a number of TDYs, my mom came up and helped me out. She took my son so I could take a break, she folded clothes or emptied the dishwasher.
Then about nine months later, we announced we were expecting our second little guy. Once again, my parents came up to help. They stayed here at the house with our oldest while we were in the hospital. Then over the past almost eight months, as a TDY has come up and then deployment - my medical appointments haven't stopped, but every time my mom has always been there.
As we get ready to move, I know that is a big change that is going to take place. It's going to take some getting used to, because I've been spoiled while we were here. I don't think there are enough words to thank my mom for the sanity she has helped me keep or the pain she has prevented or the stress she has taken away. I love you, mom!
