TheMorrisonFamilyBlog

 Monday arrived and it was all it was hoped to be...my youngest daughter started Kindergarten! She has been looking forward to this day...counting the days. We have been preparing for this moment. Last October we went to her school for their Halloween Carnival. We did testing in March. We went to Back to School Night. I signed up as a member of the PTA. We did SEPs and finally...FINALLY, the alarm went off and the calendar reflected it was time....to be independent, to be a Kindergartner!

 Some moments of inspiration seem drenched in sugar and fabricated to give us the desire to become someone amazing. There are moments when we cheer for the underdog and daydream of watching them find the winners' circle. I suppose there are even times when the underdog, no matter how many championships he earns, no matter how many odds he defies....will always be, in some way, the underdog. Sometimes there's a story like Ricky James' where you hope for the odds to be destroyed, for the sun to shine and the stars to shine brighter than before on their behalf. You find yourself disappointed. Then, too, are the times when you find someone who is NOT defined by their underdog status. You find them as champions of their own domain, reaching out and touching others with this insatiable passion that ignites something within yourself. Something that says, "I can be better".

 As the Mom to six children, I have not used the restroom or showered alone for the past five years. Tiny fingers creep under the door, or the rap-a-tap-tap on the door joined by "Mom!" always accompanies me. I've been reading the same book for seven years. A sentence before someone needs a ride, a paragraph before someone needs a "boo-boo" kiss, a page before I'm the referee of bickering. Occasionally, I catch a glimpse of this handsome man. He intrigues me. I think, in a past life, I might have known him... He is the person I leave notes on the counter as gentle reminders of band practice, soccer games, picking the kiddo up, and last-minute "needs" to feed the gang, and sadly, these notes are our conversation. He seems a stranger in the midst of the chaotic comedy unfolding around me, and yet, he is my husband. I desperately need a date night to reacquaint myself with the amazing man I married. The reason I am called "MOM" . The person