Sorry, sorry, sorry, guys…
What I meant to write, was…
My college career was feeding people, scrubbing toilets, corralling annoying children.
There was this whole incident with graffiti and like…ugh, college kids, amirite?
2022 we can safely file under: Genevieve tries her best, but AAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAHHHH adulthood kicks her ass but also God is good all the time.
Try to remember, even when adulthood is kicking your ass, that God is good all the time!
Again, I’m eternally grateful to the Corp of Bros and the coolest bro in the fro.
The two months following The Diagnosis, my internal dialogue was just *intense sad screams* until I forgave God.
2023 is going gangbusters because I met this TDH foreigner and started thinking OOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO BABIES…and here we sit. On separate continents. Praying for each other.
My mom describes having ten kids as if she just sighed and we all fell out like Pez. My dad describes each birth as this Epic Battle wherein he told that dumb doctor off and to get away from her and let her do her thing! I suspect the latter is more realistic, as the former probably involved a Hormone Haze.
The mater sometimes laughs and says she’s been exhausted since the birth of her firstborn, and I, as the tenth and clan screwup, try real hard not to wince.
If you want a visual for my family, remember that scene in Hotel Transylvania with all the wolf cubs frantically bouncing around the exhausted parents. It’s super easy to have ten kids — they really do come cheaper by the dozen. It’s just a bit tough to get them all out of your hair afterwards…
I suspect if I, the Wolf clan screwup, can find some joy in the Lord…well, you probably can too!
Keep tryna love Jesus, people.
Happy Mother’s Day, y’all!