Earlier this week was BC’s first Family Day stat holiday. In all honesty…my days are all the same. Family Day, any other holiday, Saturday, Wednesday…they all kind of resemble one another these days. And they always revolve around my little family.

On Monday (Family Day), I brought Declan into my bed in the morning, as he woke up miserable and crying (teething his first year molars.. poor dude). We snuggled for a bit, which is unusual for him; he never wants to stay still in bed. Makenna loved it because she always wants to have morning snuggles with him, but he’s usually more interested in rolling around and crawling off the bed. After a few minutes she declared… “I love this family” and leaned in for some love and cuddles. Family Day indeed.

Families all look different. And you can’t always know what your family is going to be like. With both of my pregnancies, we found out what we were having. So for the second half of each pregnancy I could ‘picture’ what our future family was going to look like. When I was pregnant with Declan and knew he was a boy, I definitely pictured our family of four…all of us average height, of course. And goodness, look at how things are different now.

One of my oldest friends is due to have her first baby any moment now (her due date was Family Day!). They do not know if they’re having a boy or a girl (I may or may not be dying to find out!). Even so, I knew what we were having…but it didn’t change the fact that the expectations or ‘picture’ I had envisioned of my family was not my future reality. You just never know what is down the road for you, even if you have everything planned and the perfect vision.

While this little family is far from what I imagined it would be, I think I am the luckiest woman in the world. What makes life, my life, I’ve come to realize, is not a perfect picture that I had in my head of what I thought I wanted, but rather challenges and surprises that test me, as a person, woman and mother. While it’s certainly not what I had dreamed of or hoped for, I wouldn’t trade this family, my family, for anything in the world.


About Tammy

I am a single mother to 2 wonderful children, ages 1 and 5. My youngest was surprisingly born with a rare genetic condition, achondroplasia, which is a type of dwarfism. This blog is a glimpse into my crazy life as I wade through figuring out dwarfism and divorce while enjoying every second of my deficient domestic bliss.
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