The Mother of Nine

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Once upon a time, I was only the mother of the sweetest baby girl. We were inseparable.

We traveled the country for her Irish dancing competitions, spent hours at the kitchen table homeschooling, and even more time curled up on the couch watching mindless TV and chick-flicks and just “being” together.

We talked about boys and life, and we joked about the guys she knew. We especially laughed about this one

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I’m the 40-something-ish wife of my beloved Computer Guy. I’m the adoring and incredibly proud mom of nine children…two saints…seven in training. I’m my brothers’ sister and my parents’ daughter. I’m a devout Catholic, an avid political junkie, able debater, aspiring home-maker, amazing friend, and I make the meanest Chicken Fried Steak you’ll ever have the pleasure of eating. I’m a homeschooling guru, a writing addict, a sometimes public-speaker, and an advocate for staying true to the person God created you to be. I can’t live in a house with white walls, sing Billy Joel songs while I wash the dishes, will read anything you put in my hands, and am completely obsessed with rhinestones and cute shoes. I am just like moms the whole world over, and then some.

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