From My Mother’s Journal, First Entries

This is meant to be a “Mother’s Journal.” Started out just throwing notes together. Never enough time to sit and write. “Very rough beginning.”

I hope, Erin, that this is special and interesting to you when you grow up. I couldn’t possibly put all my feelings in words, but maybe enough for you to get the idea of how special and wonderful you are.

Hope this doesn’t sound negative, but your mother is too rigid at times, and I don’t cope with stress as well as I’d like to. But, when you grow up, I hope I have at least taught you to (1) love God (2) love others, and (3) love yourself. You make your decisions and trust them to be right. Don’t let anyone bully you, even in a nice way.

You’re so special! God love you!

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After reading the first entries, I realized how sketchy they were, and how much I had left out. Like I said, I didn’t spend much time on it.

Some funny things to remember: I was so tired when you were first born, that even when I tried to sleep or rest, I couldn’t. So, I was semi-asleep most of the time. When I would go off to sleep, I would think I was burping you, and I’d be burping Daddy. I’d try to turn you over, and I’d be turning over your Daddy. Boy, was he heavy to lift.

The weekend Aggie came to help was very interesting. She put you in the LR with her on the couch. That night, I walked in my sleep, to the LR, sat down, and “pretended” I was holding and feeding you. Aggie had a laugh out of that.