Soooo….tomorrow is the second week of school and I am NOT meeting Diva girl at school when she gets off the bus. I AM NOT MEETING HER. I AM NOT MEETING HER.
Okay, if I say it enough times, it should sink in by the morning and I should be fine. Sigh.
Ugh…this mom thing is hard. There is no book in the world that can prepare you for the worry, the “what ifs”, the heart stopping fear and the unending flow of tears that become a permanent part of your world once you become a mom. Can you imagine if someone passed you a manual in your early twenties that told you in great detail how you would become this mushy, emotional ball of nerves at the merest thought of anything slightly negative happening to your child? How your world stops when they are hurt or sick; or how the feeling of relief at their well-being can reduce you into a pool of water?
All you’ll ever hear is that motherhood isn’t easy.
But it is rewarding. Aside from the worrying, there is the laughter and the hugs and the wet kisses. There are the “I love you Mommy” times and the “snuggle up” times. There is the pride in their accomplishments and their growth and development. When they look back at you with a thumbs up to say they’re okay and the smiles when they’ve finally tied their own shoelace or zipped up their jacket. There is the ultimate joy of learning to ride a bike or jumping rope, when they say “Mommy, I did it!”
Ugh…isn’t this mom thing great?
Sooo….I AM NOT MEETING HER. I AM NOT MEETING HER. I AM NOT MEETING HER!
Someone suggested that I start a blog to record the many exploits of my very precocious children. So here I am, finally ready to share some of my many joyful experiences of being a mother.
I have 2 daughters. Diva girl is 4 years old and Baby girl is 1 ½. They are the light of my life, the apples of my eye, the grey in my hair and the cause of many sleepless nights. I wouldn’t trade them for the world, and I’m not just saying that because my friends refused to take them.
I really think becoming a mom is an amazing experience. Being pregnant for nearly a year and watching not only your stomach but your ankles and sometimes your nose grow to enormous proportions. Your body does all kinds of strange things and your hormones move you straight into ‘crazy town’. Experiencing the miracle of birth and hopefully the drugs if you’re lucky; holding this beautiful tiny being in your arms and trying to figure out how on earth all that ‘poo’ came out of somebody that small! Realizing that your life is no longer your own, that you now live for a greater purpose and that this kid has you right where they want you for the next 18 years! For my friends out there that were lucky enough to adopt, they may not have lost their figures, but they’ll end up losing their minds like the rest of us soon enough. Things will get messy and sometimes break. You’ll worry about fevers, and bruises. You’ll try to find the right words to soothe fears after nightmares, and nervous tummies before their first recital. Puke on your new blouse or a runny nose on your work pants doesn’t even register the way you thought it would. A day without at least a little chaos is probably way too quiet.
I’m learning to laugh at the chaos and be thankful for the stressful moments. It means I’m a mother and it means that my kids are fine. There is no book, manual or DVD that will ever truly prepare you for motherhood. Only life will do that and each day brings a new situation, some to laugh at and some to cry about. But one thing I know for sure is that my home is filled with love, laughter, and constant noise. Okay, and sometimes yelling.
I hope you will join me on my journey through the maze that is motherhood and the many humorous and insightful moments that my children take me through. But if you only remember one thing about me and my life as a mother it should be this…
Super Mom doesn’t live here….and I’m okay with that.