Peppery passion

Question of the day, or rather writers prompt provided by Mama Kat over at Mama's Losin it:

Describe what makes you want to live life with a passion.

Well duh. The kids. I am a lazy bag of poop. I loooove sitting every night watching tv and reading email and newspaper and doing puzzles. I will work my mind out until I drop from exhaustion, but my body? Lazy. Couch potato. No motivation. Not an ounce of inspiration.

No passion. I used to have a job filled with passion. Animal rescue. Not much more inspiring than helpless, neglected or in pain animals. The passion came from either releasing rehabilitated wild animals back into the wild or adopting cats into loving homes. I loved what I did and loved being so busy I couldn't sit down. So then I came home and would crash every evening. Not a huge deal because I was young and had a metabolism at the time and I was so active all day.

Then I got wrapped up trying to get pregnant. The depression and the treatment itself got me sitting all day on the sofa watching tv and eating. My passion I felt was being denied to me because all I wanted to do was be a mother. I knew it was my new 'calling' in life. So my passion was all sucked up trying to get those babies.

And here I am. A house full of 'em. A house full of reasons to find passion for me and for them. I want to be the mom who shows them how full of joy life can be. I want to be the mom who shows them how to have fun riding bikes and running through the woods instead of sitting in front of the tv. I want to be the mom who raises healthy, vibrant, energetic, children full of life.

That is my passion and they are my passion.