She almost wasn’t born … twice.

For most of my life, I was fairly certain I didn’t want children.  I grew up in a dysfunctional household and my father regularly told me I was the cause of his unhappy marriage.  It was a tough message to hear, but as a kid it’s hard not to take such messages to heart.

So when I fell in love with my husband, I was scared.  I told him I didn’t want kids.

Not only did I change my mind after witnessing the birth of my nephew, it turned out having kids wasn’t going to be easy.  Our daughter is a miracle.  After she was born I learned there was an 80% chance I’d miscarry.

To say she’s changed my life is an understatement.

So in honor of Thanksgiving, I thought I’d share just a few of the things she’s taught me about the wonders of life.

I was 28 years old when I told my dad I never wanted to speak to him again.

I wasn’t trying to hurt him. I was just defending myself from someone I was absolutely certain was ruining my life.

Growing up, things were pretty tense in our house. One minute my dad would entertain me by reciting poems from Longfellow and the next he’d complain my birth had ruined his marriage. He also had the weird habit of hiding under trees every time a plane flew over the house.

It only got worse when my mother passed away. I realized he wasn’t just moody and a little “off.” He was clinically depressed, highly paranoid, and quickly becoming unpredictable.

Like the time he made me cancel a bike ride with Sheila Widnall (then Secretary of the Air Force) because he felt I was abandoning him. Or the time he sent my aunt a paper bag full of excrement after a disagreement.

One day, I’d had enough. I picked up the phone and ended our relationship forever.

And you know what?

It was the best career move I ever made.

Life Tip #24: when you’re tired, stressed or hungry, it’s easy to take yourself too seriously.

Today, I had a really tough workout with my personal trainer and my body intimated it might want something more substantial than the quinoa salad I had planned.  Hubby, who’d had his own tough workout, was pretty exuberant about the idea too.  We rushed out the door, eager for some good grub, when my daughter mentioned she had to pee.  Luckily, we hadn’t gotten far, so we turned around and took her home to use the bathroom.

She told me she “couldn’t push it out.”  Big sighs by Mom, who is now really freaking hungry.

You see where this is going right?