A New, but Slightly Reused, Birth

...so this is not referencing to the birth of my son, Collin, since that happened - almost - three months ago (really??) but after my friend Courtney told me she started a blog, I remembered all the blogs I used to write years ago, and how I loved writing and having an outlet for all my thoughts coursing through me each and every day. Plus, hello?? New mom here, and still acquainting myself to a new town - which means not only am I traversing the "new mommy" highway, but am also struggling my way through finding friends in this small town. So, blogging, I'm back on my soapbox, and I'm sure it will be a wild ride once more.

And since the title of my blog may seem really weird...what it means is: A complex version of the truth (or truths).

...Which I'm finding motherhood to be each and every day...because at the end of the day, is there really only one right way, or one truth, about motherhood? In eighteen years, will my son be hugging me filled with love and respect for his mother, or will he feel overwrought and exasperated...or somewhere in between?

Speaking of my son, I hear him occasionally crying out in his sleep, which is his first signal that he'll be waking up soon, wanting milk and thus getting into mommy and daddy's bed (yes, he does sleep in our bed after his initial wake-up), guess that means sleepy time for this mama.