Fun Monday - On the Deathbed

Southern Doll has challenged us! As hostess of this week's Fun Monday, this is what she wants to know:

What have you done in your life that was worth doing? I want to know the moments in your life that you hope will be the ones to pass through your mind when your time comes. I hope that doesn't sound too morbid. This doesn't necessarily have to be items you have checked off your Bucket List, it can be those small moments that made you smile, or the time you got that huge promotion you deserved, or the first time your baby smiled at you out of pure joy. I want to know all the moments, big and small, that make life sweet! If you don't already have a running list of these in your mind, you should! These moments help you remember how much your life is worth living, and we all deserve to enjoy it.

OH! This is HARD!

There are so many - and so few - things. There are the obvious ones:

I saved a boy from drowning a few years ago. Everyone was sitting around the pool talking and this kid jumps in the pool with the other kids and then can't figure out how to surface. I watched for a moment since I didn't know his swimming abilities, but the mommy-radar kicked in. I jumped up and into the pool (in a single bound) and pulled him out. He was a bit dazed, but otherwise okay. I hate to think what would have happened if I hadn't seen him go in.

I also had to do the Heimlich maneuver on my own son who was choking on something. It came flying out and Zboy turned a nice healthy pink. It was so matter of fact, I startled myself. Like doing that was no big deal. But really, it was. I never knew I could do that until then.

Then the ones that no one really knows about but me:

My first solo flight and avoidance of a mid-air collision comes to mind.

Walking down the aisle to marry my husbands - the first one had me feeling nauseous (gee, I should have listened to my stomach) and the second one was just what was meant to be.

The first time I traversed a rock wall without falling off.

The first time I rode the entire St. Marks Trail.

Seeing the aurora borealis one early, early morning as we drove across North Dakota.

But the number one thing I will remember on my deathbed is my very first sight of my son after they pulled him out of my belly. The tears flowed, though I wasn't aware of them and when I held him for the first time, it was like my arms finally knew what they were made to do.

Being a mother isn't always easy or fun. We fight more now and I have to keep reminding myself that it's because Zboy is trying to find out who he is and what his limits are and it's not because he hates me or even just doesn't like me. And we get through these rough patches. The hugs, and the "I love you"s, and the needing me when he's scared or sick, the artwork especially for me - all of these things are the things I want to remember when it's all said and done.

Because that's what my life is really all about.