Friday Five: A Good Mom

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A GOOD MOM 

KNOWS EXACTLY WHO SHE IS:

You aren’t JUST a mom. You are much more than that. A good moms knows the important role that she has in her family’s life. Believe in who you are and who you are becoming. 

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A GOOD MOM 

HAS BAD DAYS: 

Those days that you sit in the chair, while utter chaos is happening, just waiting for the clock to hit bedtime. Those days that one thing happens after another and you think it’s a joke, that there are hidden cameras & microphones just waiting to punk you. Those days you just want to sit in a warm bath and never get out. Those days where you have no patience, disobedient children, screaming babies and a gigantic headache? — Good moms have bad days.

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A GOOD MOM 

ISN’T PERFECT: 

Most important!  A good mom will make mistakes & there is nothing that you can do to stop it. A good mom will wonder “what in the world did I do wrong to have days like this!?" A good mom will be confused, frustrated, anxious and nervous. A good mom learns from her mistakes and tries to do better the next time. A good mom is only HUMAN. 

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A GOOD MOM 

HAS GOOD DAYS: 

Because not every day can possibly be a bad day. You then have those days where it feels as if all the stars have aligned because EVERYTHING just goes your way. You wake up before the kids and have breakfast made, a workout done and the dishes put away. You jump from one activity to another, everyone is sharing & getting along, everyone is happy, everyone is fed and everyone is dressed. Nap time lasts a little longer than usual, quiet time is actually quiet time, and you wish every day was that good. 

— Good moms have good days too.

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A GOOD MOM 

IS READY FOR BED: 

A good mom doesn’t necessarily always have a ton of energy. In most cases, a good mom is exhausted. She spends her day doing so much for other people, she is ready to hit the hay at 7pm. Don't burst her bubble. She deserves it! It's a demanding job. No days off. No sick days. Work 24/7/365. 

Being A Mommy

 When I was old enough to start babysitting kids, outside of my little brother & sister, I couldn't help but wonder what life would be like when I became a mommy.

I wondered how many I would have. I wondered if I would have a little dancer like her momma or a little boy who every time he came to me with owies to kiss I would be wrapped one more time around his pinky finger! 

My dreams of becoming a mommy weighed heavily after I met the man I knew I was destined to marry. Never did I picture being a step-mom. There is not a day that goes by, I regret that. I love him & can't picture our lives without him. 

The day I gave birth to Carter was the day my life truly started. I had never loved someone so much. He instantly made my heart melt, again & again with every new milestone. That first smile, the first coo & then it's that first time you hear the word mama. Nothing will top that. 

We continued to have babies...Wyatt... Peyton & life became wild & chaotic. It's hard to focus on just one little one when we have four.  You don't picture what life will really be like. You dream of motherhood, not being a mommy. Those are two different aspects of a mom. 

Motherhood is pictured as 8 hours of sleep, because your babies are perfect enough to sleep through the night first week home. A simple daily schedule of owning a clean & organized house all time. You must dress your littles in expensive clothes to keep up with fashion. Clean faces who behave at all times in all the places you go. Motherhood could quite possibly be the easiest job ever...

If it were ANYTHING like that. It's not!

Being a mommy, is wondering when the last time your greasy hair was washed? If that spot on your shirt or pants is adult food, baby food, dog snot or poop. I am lucky if I get 6 hours of sleep on a regular basis, because of a colicky baby & a 6 year old who has nightmares. I don't get to work out daily because my wilds climb on me while I'm planking & think it's because I'm a buckin bull. I am still carrying unecessary weight on my scarred stomach with which I gave birth by C-Section to those two littles. I am constantly hearing tattle tale rants & deciding on who farted or burped. 

These boys have completely run over me on days where I feel like I could give up at any moment. Those faces I kiss & hug every night with a goodnight have me at their every beckon call. I would do anything to make sure they feel loved & safe. On days when I, as a person, feel at my lowest Carter whispers in Wyatts ear " Tell Mommy She's Beautiful." They are my rocks. 

I will enjoy them as littles & treasure every moment I have with these little stinkers!