Sarah Schmitz

This afternoon, as I was attempting to procrastinate writing an English paper, I signed on to msn and began chatting with my cousin Kaitlin. I began by going on and on about this house I had happened to see on remax (thats how badly I was procrastinating) and she mentioned to me she was avoiding work as well, by reading over my and my sister in laws' blogs.

With the mention of Sarah's blog, I realized I hadn't checked it today, so off I went. Today's post was a mesmerizing account of her struggles and triumphs of motherhood so far.

Now, in the past, Sarah has recounted difficulties she's had and times she's questioned her efforts and methods. I usually respond to these posts with comments of what a wonderful job she really is doing, and how I admire her for it.

But after today's blog, a comment just didn't seem enough. Kaitlin and I continued to discuss the post, and how both of us as young women could only hope to reach such balance and maturity when our turn as mothers and wives come. This made me realize that though Sarah uses her blog as a release and as a way to inform, what she really is doing is uplifting and encouraging those of us that are a few years younger, and have yet to reach this stage in our lives, but think about them daily.

I just wanted to share with her how much she impacts my world, how blessed I feel to have such an outstanding role model to look up to, not because she does everything right, but because she is able to persevere in her trials and constantly looks to God to help her overcome those moments of weakness and difficulty. I want to tell Sarah that at least two women find comfort and wisdom in her words, love in her ability to be so humble yet so strong, and I know I hope to do the same when my own time to be a mom comes. She is able to make motherhood as a young christian woman real, hard, aggrivating, and the most fullfilling, important and loving thing in the world.

Keep on sharing, loving and hoping, Sarah, and we will keep on reading. God gave me a wonderful gift, when he made you my sister.

ME

I Am

A woman, a sister, a daughter, a friend, a historian, a reader, a writer, an artist,

I Want

Happy endings and a puppy

I Have

A family that loves me, friends that care, a roof over my head and food in my fridge.

I Wish

Upon stars, when I blow out candles and when clocks turn 11:11

I Hate

Selfishness, cruelness, lack of compassion

I Fear

war, oppression and bugs

I Hear

Laughter, nature, music, and sometimes voices

I Search

for a purpose, for answers, for love, for adventure

I Wonder

Is their life in space? How do they get the Caramel in a Caramilk bar? Why do my eyes change colour?

I Regret

Hurtful words or actions, lost opportunities, crashing into that pole in Ikea

I Love

Chocolate, desserts, animals, babies, books, movies, life, chocolate milk

I Ache

In my knees!

I Always

show up 5 minutes late, sleep as long as possible, act as odd as possible

I Usually

cry, joke around, pull funny faces for pictures, tell people what to do

I Am Not

a boy, purple, a Leafs fan,

I Dance

Rarely, but get whiplash when I headbang

I Sing

Any time I can, usually disney music

I Never

make fun of people to hurt their feelings

I Rarely

lie

I Cry

Very easily, especially at commercials with sappy stories

I Am Not Always

in a good mood

I Lose

my sanity easily

I'm Confused

often

I Need

reassurance, compliments, encouragement

I Should

Do my homework more often