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amy Hill Geldner


Last Updated: 4/27/2009

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Gender: Female
Status: Married
Age: 34
Sign: Aquarius

City: Nashville
State: Tennessee
Country: US
Signup Date: 2/26/2005

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Wednesday, April 29, 2009 

One.  Two.  Tee!

In a voice filled with great anicipation, Violet looks up at me with her georgous, excited, blue eyes and requests a "Tee!" 
Whether it be at the top of her slide, in the middle of our bed or anywhere she thinks the exciting event is about to happen, "Tee's" are the greatest thing in her whole world (besides throwing things in the pool, drinking bathwater and collecting rocks- of course) because "Tee" means: an adventure, a thrill, a toss, a spin, a twirl, a jump, or a push.

Sadly, as we get older, "Tee" actually becomes "Three."  And three means 1 thing for adults.
1.  One- two- three!  Poof!  One minute we are teenagers wishing to be grown and then the next minute we are sobbing in our pillow because suddenly OUR babies can actually talk.  Where does the time go?  

And that should teach us an important lesson.  Stop and enjoy her every request for a "Tee."  Always spin her one more time than she asks you to.  When you feel that YOU are done pushing her on the swing, push her a few more times.  After you are done reading her goodnight book, ask her if she wants to read another.  And most importantly, after you kiss her goodnight and pause at the doorway to tell her to "sleep with angels," go back and kiss her again.  Because before you know it- POOF! 

  

Sunday, February 17, 2008 

Current mood:  jealous

Work. What at foreign concept. Since late November I have been taking my saved-up vacation and personal days…working half-days one week alternated by a week off all the way up until delivery. I feel as though I am unemployed.; unemployed from the business world but definitely employed by a much higher power- motherhood.

After weeks of searching for the best possible caregiver for my precious cargo, I have narrowed it down to two potentials that I actually feel somewhat comfortable with. However, I use the term "comfortable" loosely. I was saddened when I watched another woman hold and feed my daughter. I hate to say it, but I was actually jealous. But that jealousy has to be short-lived and I need to focus on reality. Most families have to use daycare nowadays. It is a harsh reality of this era that haunts me daily but there is nothing I can do about it. Nathan and I both have to work. Plain and simple.

I have enjoyed these two months more than words can say. I had no idea it would be this difficult; I figured I would want to return to work within 2-3 short weeks, as I never really saw myself as domestic or motherly. I have a natural ability to nurture but I was unsure if that would carry-over into motherhood. Well, it did!

Monday may be one of the hardest days of my life. Monday brings new schedules. Monday brings deadlines and Monday brings corporate responsibility. Monday brings separation and anxiety . But most of all, Monday brings fears so deep that I firmly believe that the day should be completely erased from the week. Everyone looks forward to a Friday! How many people look forward to a Monday? If you ask me, every day should be Friday and there should never be a day where a parent is forced to place their newborn into the care of another. It is quite apparent to me that men made these laws years ago and they have not yet been revised. My belief in this if very similar to my belief in the fact that 50-60 year-old Caucasian men do not represent the majority of this country and should not be running it any longer!

All politics aside…. career women wanting a peace-of-mind after childbirth should move to Europe.

Friday, January 25, 2008 

Current mood:  amused

This is the short letter I wrote to my daughter in her baby book- explaining why we picked Moon for her middle name....

Why "Violet Moon?"

When your father was sent off to fight in this devastating war, we had only known each other for a few short weeks. I remember writing in my journal, however, that I knew at that early stage, that he would somehow change my life forever. A woman's heart always knows. We kept in contact through letters, emails and luckily, many phone calls. And it was through this contact that we began to grow together and fall in love.

Because he was traveling all over the deserts of the Middle East at the time he turned 30, I wanted to get him something meaningful yet something that he could have with him no matter where his journeys took him. So, I bought him a star. I attached a short letter that advised him to follow the light of the star home safely to US soil and into my arms once more. That star was to always be there for him when he was scared or lonely. It was there to remind him of me and the life we would have once he returned.

I have been fascinated with the moon since I was a very small girl and even found my mother to have written about that fascination in my baby book! The moon, to me, symbolizes great strength, mystery and timeless beauty. It also belongs right next to your Daddy's star in the night sky. The whole time he was in Iraq, I would stare up at the night sky and imagine his star and my moon together. In fact, I would sign all of my letters with a tiny drawing of a moon and a star. It eventually became the symbol of our love.

Violet Moon, may you forever possess great strength, mystery and timeless beauty just as the moon does. This is what your father and I wish for you…

And may you never forget the story of our love for each other and how that love brought us our little Violet Moon.

See it eternally in their reflections.

As long as there is a night sky, our bond will never break and our love will never die.