Oh heaven’s little one. The things we have been through this week!

You’ll soon come to find out that you don’t know everything. You’ll see that you have an idea, a plan, for how things should go: your food should go in your mouth but it lands on the floor, your toys should walk to you but you have to make the effort to get to them, (or even more pressing) you want to stay in a warm comfy place but you have to grow in a place not normally fitting of your size and then leave that place to be welcomed by a chili damp hospital room.

As you get bigger your plans will be more elaborate, so the disappointment of them not working out will be much great. That is, if you are like me. If you’re like your Daddy (Both fraternal and spiritual) you’ll think your mommy is silly.

All this to say, your Mommy had a few things (read: her whole entire world for the next 365 days, at least when it comes to her career) planned out. And this week, they were all dashed to the wind.

I was up for my promotion this week, baby. I have been working over a year at this job…which was only suppose to be 8 months, in hopes that I would get promoted to be my own head honcho. But I didn’t pass. I know it’s not the first time someone hasn’t passed, and it won’t be the last time. But I am having a hard time feeling like I didn’t just waste a whole year.

I know I didn’t. I know, as my bitterness subsides, I’ll see the positives to this situation, see how I’ve grown as a leader, how I’ve grown up a bit. But for right now, I’m just sad that my plan didn’t work out…again.

I feel like your Mommy’s blog reads like a soap opera. So many things constantly going on.

The secret is this: Your Mommy is a control freak, living in a world where she can’t control anything, being cared for by a God who has a better plan and is in more control than her. But she just doesn’t want to accept that…every…stinkin’…time.

So, baby. I didn’t get the promotion. But you know what your Daddy said? He’s such a smart man.

He said that it’s better. It’s better because I can focus on you. I can focus on going home unexpectedly in two weeks. I can focus on meeting you, paying attention to you and only you. Being responsible for you and you alone, and not some store that I’ll be worried about 2 months into maternity leave. See, you’re Daddy is pretty quick witted.

All this to say…I apologize for the potential freak-hazard- mini heart attacks you may have through out your life because you are your Mommy’s kiddo. But I pray that you have the calm-trustful-wise life that your Daddy lives.

Love you my little Unplan.

Momma