Don't Forget the Crayon (#3: You Know You're a Mom If...)

You know you're a Mom if your grocery store list is written in crayon.

Eating [Not So] Alone (#2: You Know You're a Mom If...)

You know you're a Mom if... 

this is how you eat. 

Remember how I said I would start a regular post for such occasions? Well, it didn't take four months, it took five to get back to it. SuperMom, that's me.

i just was.

Today was one of those days that I pray for. 

A day filled with goodness & grace. I love days like today. Days that fall into place without so much work. Being Christian is hard some days, but today, I just was. It didn't take any extraordinary effort on my part, I just was. That's nice. Life is work. Fruit of the spirit is work. You (in general, I'm not speaking in specifics) have to work at some things, and others just fall into place. 

Motherhood for instance, is easy. Oh yes, I just said that: please read on...

Motherhood is easy. The patience that motherhood requires is another story; not so easy, if you ask me. I try. I fail. I try. I fail. I try again. I succeed sometimes.You get the idea. 

Today, I succeeded! YESSSS! Every now and then, patience happens for me. 

Today was one of those days that I pray for.

Happy 4th of July! We had a great time watching the fireworks!

Monday [Morning] Meltdowns ***Disclaimer(s) Provided*** (#1: You Know You're a Mom If...)

 

Evan was awake before the first alarm (the first one is set for 6 am) this morning. YAY! My almost 8 month old wakes with the chickens anyhow & Daylight Savings Time just added to the fun. Actually, it wasn't that bad this morning. Normally, school mornings are utter and total chaos (when it comes time to remove eyes from the cartoons & get ready) at our house. However, this morning started out different. 'Started out' being the key words in that statement. 

It was daylight outside so, when I went to open the curtains and do our morning ritual of "wakey, wakey, rise & shine", I added how it was a beautiful morning outside and said, "look Woog, it's daylight!". Boom, he was up and at'em. YAY, for real this time. I was all, "this is way too easy. Where's the hidden camera & Ashton Kutcher?". Surely it's clear that the sleep deprivation over the last almost eight months is taking a toll on my mental stability? Who am I kidding? Mental stability, schmamility, I gots none of that.

***DISCLAIMER: YOU KNOW YOU'RE A MOM IF... YOU START SOMETHING FOR YOURSELF & IT TAKES A MINIMUM OF 10 DAYS TO GET BACK TO IT. I started this two Mondays ago.***

The morning went superb. I was astounded at how beautifully the morning was going. 

***DISCLAIMER #2: YOU KNOW YOU'RE A MOM IF... YOU START SOMETHING & IT TAKES YOU FOUR MONTHS TO GET BACK TO IT & THEN, WHEN YOU GET BACK TO IT, YOU CAN'T REMEMBER WHAT YOU WERE DOING.***

I can't even remember what happened but, considering the greater part of what I post about (and what I will be posting about today) is relating to my life as a mother, I'll finish this post. Wow, it sure feels good to finish something. I know, I know, I'm not there yet....

On a side note: I think I'll start a regular post about "You know you're a Mom if". Yes, IF I remember... Don't expect a post for at least four months.

Evan is ACTUALLY napping & I've got my workout in so, chances are, before I finish this, he will wake up so, I'll TRY to be brief. 

My sweet chunk will be one year old on Saturday. Yes, HUGE, enormous tears are flowing. I can't believe it. It's bittersweet. My other little darling will be six on August 26th. If you know me, you know that I love my babies. You know that raising my children is my job. No, I don't mean that like most people; I love my job. Raising them is what I do. It's what I breathe. I do not come first. I don't "work" like most people. I don't get off work. I do not get paid for services rendered. 

I do however, get tired of people asking me when I am going back to work. It's irritating to say the least. I try to be as polite as possible, but that statement is completely demeaning. It happens AT LEAST once a week. 

Raising my children is the most important job that I could EVER have. I will never be able to get back their childhood. SO no, to most, I don't work. To me, I'm always working. That being said, I think I sacrifice sanity. Just a touch, but what's a little sanity in the grand scheme of things? 

In case you were wondering, Manic Mondays aren't as bad as they were....

Raising This Boy

Raising this boy

is bugs and dirt.

Raising this boy

is old dirty t-shirts.

Raising this boy

makes my heart melt.

Raising this boy

is like no other feeling that I've ever felt.

Raising this boy

he's got me: hook, line and sinker.

Raising this boy

sometimes he's a little stinker.

Raising this boy

has surpassed any dreams I've ever had.

His Grace

As I sip my freshly brewed cup of Maxwell House (that I bought on sale) and listen to Liberate Me by Rachel Sauls, I know that I am Blessed. I am Blessed to be given one more day on this beautiful Earth and one more day to spend with the two loves of my life.

This day has been electrifying (to say the least). Words cannot express what I feel. Exactly where I am is exactly where I want to be.

I spent this glorious day with treasured family. We celebrated our dear son's third birthday. The celebration of his birthday has been an emotional experience for me. I'm trying to keep this is mind:

Don't be afraid of change because it is always necessary for progress. --- Joyce Meyer

Although I usually (usually, not always) embrace change with open arms, it is quite difficult for me to embrace that my baby is growing up. As I stop to reflect on the years that Owen has been in our life to mold us into the parents we are, I am pleased. He is proof of who we were are as people, as individuals.

I know I will be that Mommy; you know, the one outside the pre-k door holding her box of Kleenex, fogging up the window with tears, when it's time for Owen to start school. One thing I know:

I can do all things through Christ which strengtheneth me --- Philippians 4:13