I had a dream Last night
Echoes of anger and pain
You were coming home
Feel that and know
Truth in dreams is hard
Chris McQueeney 5/19/12 12:54 P.M.
Often I write about uncomfortable things, sad, ugly, and painful, but there are also amazing things in my life. Two of those things are my children. I always wanted kids, and I have been blessed with amazing ones.
My son Chase is so like me. He looks like a mixture of my father and my grandfather. He is fricking smart and happy and he is for sure A.D.H.D. With him I have been given a chance to nurture his inquisitive mind. He had a fascination with dinosaurs and wild life. One day my little boy will be an amazing scientist.
My daughter Karley...is so not A.D.H.D. She is a amazingly smart and cute. Blond hair and blue eyes help her melt hearts. One day while walking up the stairs to her room she started saying numbers, it wasn't until almost the top that I realized that she was counting the stairs, she hadn't even turned two yet. She looks like her mother, and all of the girls on my side of the family. Some day she will be a leader; what she will lead I have no idea, I just know it will happen.
Before I started writing today I was thinking about how much my children mean to me. They are my world, and I can't imagine my world without them. I have never had the idea that I could be a hero, I have thought about it, and I don't know that I have that in me. But I would lay my life on the line to protect my children without thinking about it...but I don't think that would be heroic. I had someone tell me a few months ago that I would always choose my children over them...and I told them that it wasn't even a choice as far as I was concerned; it's just what you do......