Sunday, May 8, 2011

Being a Mom

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.'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. 
Deacon's gift...
We fight, we love, we kiss we hug. 

Livin' in the 'hood is the coolest thing I've ever done.

1 comment:

Mike and Cicely said...

Love, love, LOVE this post! You are an incredible mama and those sweet boys are lucky to have you :)