Getting to Here
At the onset of this pregnancy I joined a Mom's group for May 2017 Babies on Facebook. It's been a weird experience - there was nothing like it when I was pregnant with the older kids, and I have at times really appreciated being a part of it and at other times been very frustrated with it. One of the things I do truly enjoy is what we call our "Mom of the Day" posts, which is basically where we share our own personal stories about ourselves, our partners, our children, family and lives in general. It's actually been really fun learning about all these ladies across Canada who are sitting in the same pregnant boat (at roughly the same stage of things) even if we're all at different points in our lives otherwise.
Recently it was my turn so I decided that I'd post here what I shared there. This blog is all about our family so I'm taking this chance to go right back to the beginning and sharing the basics of how we became the Corner Table Family. So...
My husband (Heli Dad) and I met shortly after I turned 16 years old. He
was just shy of his 17th birthday and both of us had been ‘hired’ as
volunteer Jr Counsellors for a summer camp program run by the local YMCA in
nearby national park. At the end of the camp we exchanged phone
numbers and within a week had plans for our first date. Despite living in two
different small towns and attending different high schools, we quickly became
an exclusive couple and most everyone who knew us viewed us as high school
sweethearts.
We stood
beside one another as we both lost grandmothers to old age and disease, and
Heli Dad was one of my key supports when one of my oldest, closest friends passed
away unexpectedly. Through teen rebellions and acting out, high school drama
and arguments, we stood firmly at each other’s back and counted on the other for
constant support. It’s safe to say that we became one another’s best friend at
the same the same time we were falling in love with each other. I’m not sure
whether anyone expected that we would stick together for the long haul, but as
with many high school romances it was a highly emotional, intense relationship
during those days that was very often swamped with both high and low points,
punctuated by periods of drama, depression and sometimes out of control
hormones.


Heli Dad and I
became engaged on New Years Day 2005, after months of conversation, argument,
joy in the form of our little Princess, and the extreme surprise that despite
using both birth control and condoms I was pregnant again. We were ready and
excited to be married by this point (we’d been together for more than 5 years
already) but discovering that another baby was on the way certainly played in
to the timing. Losing that baby just days after becoming engaged put a damper
on our enthusiasm, temporarily, but we came accept the loss and moved as best
we could. After our wedding in August 2005 we decided that we were ready and
wanted to try another child.

And life
continued. Unable to find and maintain full-time flight work, Heli Dad turned again
to working in construction and continues in that field to date. For myself the
course has been somewhat more fluid - full of curves, u-turns, detours and even
completely new roads. Through the years being home as much as possible with the
kids has been the primary goal and objective, but I have worked outside of the
house as: a dance and gymnastics instructor, cheerleading coach, waitress, a
call-center customer service rep, receptionist and office manager. I’ve been an
aspiring author for about a decade and have been blogging for almost the same
length of time. These days I primarily work remotely from home for my family’s
farm and my mother’s massage therapy business doing office and book work,
marketing, and advertising. I’m an Avon Sales and Leadership Rep running my
business from home, and I also continue to work diligently on my writing always
with the goal of publishing my work (hopefully sooner rather than later).
Now here we
sit: a couple of 30-somethings who’ve been together more than ½ their lives with a nearly 13-year old, a 10 1/2-year and an "almost"-9-year old, and we’re about to (re)embark
on the incredible journey having a baby again. More than once we’ve been asked “Are
you crazy?” or “You were more than ½ done with the parenting of kids gig, why
are you starting all over again?” All we can say or do is smile, shrug and tell
them that we enjoyed the first round so much we decided to give it another go
around – at least one last time.
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