I don't recall ever playing house and wanting to be the mom. I always wanted to be one of the sons or the dad and used to fight with my male cousins over who got to be the "head" of the house. I was a major tomboy and am not sorry for that.
When John and I got married, we knew we wanted kids but I had ZERO preconception of what Motherhood would hold for me. I thought, if I was allowed to do it, how hard could it be?
|The wild things that made me a mom.|
Yeah...it's not all that easy. But, it's not all that hard, either.
|Early morning Mother's Day visitors.|
A little bit of love, and a little bit of guidance unearths a whole lotta hugs and kisses.
I've grown so much not only as a mother but as a person in the last 4 1/2 years that I hardly recognize my old self. I never could have imagined in my wildest dreams that I could become better by having children. They have shaped me.
|The chocolate waffle/pancake with raspberry sauce tradition.|
While I still struggle to be better, the days are irreplaceable. Each night when they go to bed, I try to remember that they'll never be that exact age again: I resolve to be that much better the next day.
We fight, we love, we kiss we hug.
Livin' in the 'hood is the coolest thing I've ever done.