Mommy and me

Liz challenged her blogger friends to snap pictures over Memorial Day weekend and use one, or many, in a blog this week.

After capturing photos of many occurrences, I choose to use a photo of a new family that lives behind my apartment.

Meet Momma Duck and her tribe of quakers.

I found this group on my patio Sunday afternoon as they made their way to the stream. Three pieces of bread later, I had a new group of friends. It was precious to watch Momma eat the bread bits and keep all five of her kids in her eye line.

But mommas are magical, as we all know.

Mine has recently saved my sanity by taking in Saffron.

Saffy has decided that it would be fun to have acute separation anxiety and freak out/destroy my apartment when I go out. She is fine, however, when left with Harley. I suppose it's because he's her alpha dog and she feels safe. Saff has spent over a week living with Jo-Ann.

Today the vet came to see Saff and do extensive blood work to see if she's healthy enough to go on doggie downers to help her cope. You should have heard her scream (think of a seal yelping) when having blood drawn from her stumpy arm! The mommy in me -- be it simply a doggie mommy -- hurt listening to her, even though I know she's an actress!

And speaking of the mommy in me, it's been bothering me terribly recently that I am coming to the end of my child-bearing years and have yet to bear a child.

I try very hard to believe that everything in this life happens for a reason -- that it is all part of a greater plan -- but I sometimes ache at the love I have inside that I am unable to bestow upon anyone. I have a place in my heart for a family of my own, yet there is no one here. No best friend to share my dreams with; no little tribe to raise.

Instead I cuddle my pooch.

Feed a duck and her tribe.

And wait.