About two weeks ago, I decided to accept one of the not so goods in my life. I will not be a mom. Call it fate, call it life, call it whatever, at the end of the day, it is sad for me.
But, while it is sad, I am not a sad person. It is just a sad part of my life. I do not walk around angry or upset or feel pity for myself. I have much to be grateful for. But sometimes, I think about and silently mourn, or not so silenty mourn that part of me that will never be. And that is where I was two Wednesdays ago, when I found Rudy.
Rudy was a kitten living in my neighbors backyard. Rudy has changed my life.
I acted on impulse that day, which I never do. I saw him. I fell in love with him. I picked him up and brought him home. I was his. He was mine. And with each day I fall more in love with the little creature that found me.
I bought a bottle. I fed him. I am his Mom. He is my kid. And I cannot express in words what this little man means to me. I feel like the stork came and left me my own very special blessing. And at a time in my life where I was feeling a bit no so great, a wonderful unexpected suprise entered my life.
And with that, I found that beautiful balance.