Just Simply Jennifer!

Is not this time of year, yeah the holidays are great and all that.  I am broke from them and they almost seem senseless to me.  I know that sounds very much like the grinch of which I am not.  I enjoy the whole get together dinner stuff as much as the next.  I like the lights and the wreaths too.  I don’t like the cold of winter though and the rush to the stores, and the just coax, that are the holidays.

Anyways, my favorite time of year is a toss up between Spring and Fall.  I really enjoy both of these seasons immensely.  They make the cold of winter and the heat of summer well worth the wait.

I love the beautiful new blossoms and fresh new green of spring.  The baby animals being born, and just the renewal of life that seems to occur in spring.  It is crazy, but even with humans this seems so as the yards start getting fixed up and just hussle and bustle of a different sort than the holidays seems to occur each year.  You see people working in there yards that have been in a bit of hibernation all through winter.  It is nice to see an old common wave come back and renew…yeah I get waved at a lot on my routes.  LOL…

The fall, I of course love the color, the vibrancy of fall is just stupendous.  I love the colors so much that if you ask me my favorite color I won’t be lying when I say “Orange” fresh from the center of fall foliage colors.  I also love the harvest though, the food of fall.  The corn on the cob, the preparation time for winter.  It is almost invigorating, which is a good thing when you think of how close winter is. 

Wow, that was fun to think about the seasons for a bit. I love living in an area that has very distinct season of the year though.  Pennsylvania is a great place to be.  This is my entry into the MamaBlogga monthly writing project, this month there are many of us writing about the best time of the year for them.

This is the November Mamablogger Group Writing Project.  I try to participate in it each month and you can too.  Anyways, this month we are supposed to write about why we are grateful for our children.

This is all to easy a topic.  I am grateful for Kyra because she has made me realize that I am my own person more than anyone else ever has.  She has separated me from my parents and made me independent more so than I ever was prior. She has taught me about me.  She has taught me some of my strengths, but also that I am a sucker for a big pout lip as well. 

She has taught me to look at the little things with a whole new appreciation.  Yes, now I think drawing circles is a huge deal.  I at one point thought the ability to roll over was the highlight of life.

I have found that my life is more fulfilling since having her.  I enjoy the normal even more than I had prior and I would have never ever ever believed this about life if I had not had her.

The process of having her also taught me a lot.  I had a home birth with her and just the whole experience was very life enhancing.  My weakness and fear of the hospitals made others think I am strong which is very bizarre.  I had a home birth out of fear and not because I was being brave or any of those almost heroic other words people use. 

The thing I most didn’t want was an IV put in my arm which they do standard in the hospitals around here for maternity.  IV’s from my memory have hurt worse than any amount of labor pain that I experienced. 

They also allow anyone and everyone down in the nether area while the mom is experiencing all this pain.  I was thinking not a chance, so I ensured that I had privacy, peace, and the ability to relax during this time.  I think all this relaxing and privacy made my experience better.

So, it was Kyra that taught me that sometimes a weakness can be a strength as well.  I think I only saw weakness in my life prior to her.

So over all I think Kyra has taught me and has been more beneficial to me than I have been to her and all the while she has been doing it ever so cutely and without knowing anything about the good she was causing.  

I am in a unique situation, I think. Not sure… I have a 2 year old, a 30 year old, and a 71 year old all living in our house. We are each in completely different stages of our lives, yet we co-exist. LOL…

I think 2 years old is the best age because you don’t have any worry. You can ask for everything with whatever “ME” and everyone just does it. Like feed me, walk me, sit me, pull me, carry me, pick me, help me, water me, pappa me, kiss me, etc, etc, …..this list can go on forever and ever.

You can dance anywhere and nobody thinks it is strange. You can even dance to the elevator music that they play at the mall in attempts to keep you out of the center aisle and in stores.

You can also be completely quiet when talked to and nobody things any differently of you. Hiding behind things is completely appropriate.

I also think being 30 years old is the best though. I am loving this age. I think everyone finally agrees that I am adult enough to take care of myself. I have yet to figure out why some think that 20 year old’s are incapable of this.

I have grown to not be embarrassed so easily. I am okay with Kyra dancing in the mall for example. I think had she been born earlier in my life that I would be more stressed with her. I find now to be the perfect time to have her as a 2 year old.

It is perfect that I am past the high school days too. I sort of dreaded them each morning.

I think being 71 is a good age too. There are so many unfortunate that do not make it to that age, that you should be ever so thankful if you are there. You have learned to never be embarrassed at this age. You have learned to joke about age and about yourself, life isn’t as serious business as it once was.

You know you are smarter than most of the people around you, but because you went through all those hard knocks at about the same time as you witness those around you going through them. You have learned to shut up about it though.

You get price discounts at a whole load of places just for being you.

So there you have it the reasons cliff notes version of why every age in my house is the very best age. I am writing this for the October MamaBlogger Writing Group Project. Go check out all the other entries and decide for yourself what is the very best age???