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Only the Lonely.

I was thinking today about what life would be like if I didn't have children. Single and childless. I decided that I would be a very lonely person. I would absorb my life into things, but not have anyone to share those things with. I wouldn't have bedtime prayers that include "And Lord, I pray for the people of Africa. Lord, I pray that no lions would attack them." I wouldn't have help deciding what to wear in an open childlike way. "Mom you need to wear the shoes that make you taller. Not that you're short, but well, you are." I wouldn't have help getting groceries "Mom, we are NOT getting brownie mix again! They are not healthy!" I wouldn't have signs taped to my cupboards saying "Don't catch the house on fire" and "Can play games." or "Courtney's hideout" taped to the pantry door. I wouldn't get to have surprise picnics with Jenna on the basement floor at my parents with peanut butter and honey sandwiches that she made all by herself. I would not have goofy entertainment at every meal. I wouldn't get to hear things like "I bet they're dancing right now. When it comes to Justin Beaver, Danielle just has to dance!" when Jenna gets to have a sleepover with her aunt, while Courtney and I have a Mommy night. I wouldn't get to cook for "Master Chef" judges in my own kitchen, telling me that my sauce "just made it gooder." and that I could win the real show. I wouldn't have amazing dating advice like "Mom, pick a guy from church. Just pick one and date him." or "You need to try that place online to find a husband. You know what I'm talking about? The one where you find a man to marry."
     I cannot imagine my life without my kids. I couldn't stand waking up without them there, hogging my bed and the covers. Like right now, where Courtney is sleeping sideways completely across the bed.

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