No not projectile vomit, poop or Cooper's head, but a revelation if you will.
I looked on top of the 'entertainment center' and saw my picture.
I thought to myself, "I really like that picture." I kept staring at it and thinking of how I could have made it better, how I can't wait to go back to Big Cedar so I can attempt that very shot again and this time I want it perfect. Then another thought entered, as Coop rested his head on my right shoulder, the sun shining in his eyes, "I took that! Whether it's professional quality or whether it could make the front of a fancy magazine or whether I was paid. I took that picture and it's mine. It's a Megan Knox original."
It was as if God was sitting in our ratty leather sofa, I heard Him say, "Megan you ARE a photographer, a writer, you are a comforter, a wife, a lover, a friend, you are a mom, creative, funny, peculiar, OCD, a tomato hater, an ice cream lover AND you ARE a Child of Mine."
See, since Chloe's birth, I have struggled daily with, "Who am I?" I have a hard time remembering who I was before children. Not that I want that Megan back, well I want the body, but I just want a 'purpose' that is all mine.
I think I realized today, I do have that purpose, whether it's teaching 6th graders in the public school, or whether it's teaching Coop how to drink from a sippy cup and Chloe how to go pee pee on the potty, I am their teacher.
One other thing I am..
A Chloe Pooper Scooper. And yes that is a terd and yes it came from Chloe. BUT that's for another day.