Mundane Miracles

Yes, yes! It's still Renee! I am still the Renee from 'One Mama's Journey', although I might look a little different today.

I have been wanting to change my bloggy look for a while now, to something that I like enough to make more permanent. We'll see how this sits with me. For now, it works. It's simple, it's clean, and my favorite flowers are tulips, so it fits. I like it.

I have also been wanting to change the name of my blog since...oh, I started writing it? When I wrote my first blog entry, my blog was actually titled "Kicks & Giggles", then I switched it to "One Mama's Journey". Because of things that have been on my heart lately, my husband and I came up with this new title, "Mundane Miracles". While I am a mama, and I am always on a journey (we all are), I really like this new title. There are miracles hidden throughout every day of our lives, and it's up to us to look for them. That's what I want to do...that's what I want this to be about.

It is this very idea of miracles that is the topic of my first post under my new name.

First, an update: Jenni came over on Friday night, and we had a great time catching up, although it wasn't nearly enough time. She had a very early start to her day, and I had to get up very early the next morning, so our night didn't last as long as it might have in other circumstances. The time we did have was great, though. She's been my friend for 25 years now so there is so little that needs to be said. We just pick up where we left off. I love that.

Everything went as smoothly as possible on Saturday morning (all things considered), and we were home before 11 am. I was in some pain, and pretty groggy from the surgery, so I spent most of the day resting in bed. I'm still actually feeling pretty weak (although I'm not sure why), and I have to take it easy or else I just feel exhausted. I have a feeling that it's more the hormones than anything else...the doctor said it would be quite a ride until they get themselves straightened out.

So we have our closure, and that is a good thing. (I could go on and on elaborating on this, but I will save that for another time.)

I won't be moving forward without a new appreciation for the miracles that are present everyday, though. Especially the miracles of my children.

Up until this experience, up until I lost a child of my own, I had taken the whole experience of getting pregnant and having a child for granted. I just assumed that things went in a certain order. You try to get pregnant, you do get pregnant, and then 9 months later you have a healthy baby.

What I have learned through this experience, through my own grief, and through hearing the stories of others that have suffered more than I, is that life is nothing short of a miracle. Every time a new life is created...every time a new heart starts beating...every time a new child enters this world...it's a miracle. A miracle that I have taken for granted too many times.

So now, with a new look, a new name, and a new outlook, I am going to start looking afresh for the miracles around me. Starting with the two most precious miracles in my life...Becca, and Allie.