2019 has been quite a journey. Around this time last year, I was writing down an astronomical amount of New Year Resolutions that consisted of actually using the gym membership I paid for, pushing my business, and finishing my book. All of which was NOT resolved at all in 2019. Right when January showed her face, God was like, “Bump your plans, here’s another baby.”
If you would have asked my 18-year-old self how many kids I wanted, I would have told you zero. While I enjoyed the company of my nephews and nieces, and later on my bonus child, I never actually wanted to have kids. The thought of kids grabbing on me with their germ-infested hands made me gag. But here I am, almost eleven years later, chasing around my naked two-year-old because he is “potty-ready” and can’t seem to keep his pull-up on long enough for me to get him to the nearest surface to wipe his bottom, while my other four children snicker in the corner at the sight of Elias giving me a run for my money.
Now here we are at the tail end of 2019 and I couldn’t be any more joyous than I am right now. I mean sure, this year has been one hell of a rollercoaster ride that I’ve tried to jump off of a few times, but it has been worth it. I am content with where God has brought me. I stand proud to say, “Hey my name is Katasha and yes these are all of my dang kids, every last one of these snot nose kids belong to moi (me)."