My motherhood is smiling at the boys' bare backsides after a bath. Those love handles make my heart happy.
My motherhood is turning a corner to see my children spontaneously hugging and expressing love for one another. And my heart melting on the spot.
My motherhood is getting teary-eyed as I check on my children before going to bed each night. These sweet boys who love sleeping on the floor in the same room seem to grow right before my eyes.
My motherhood is explaining what "calm down" means, and making my kids laugh with exaggerated examples of "calm down" and "acting crazy."
My motherhood is tears in my eyes as my child writes his name for the first time. Completely unprompted and unassisted. I had no idea he could do it!
My motherhood is answering desperate cries for cereal by telling my child he is starving because he didn't eat all of his dinner the previous night.
My motherhood is grinning ear to ear when I hear my child say, "I'm the mom, and this is my baby," in tones of tenderness I rarely hear from a toddler.
My motherhood is hearing new words being put to songs from SuperWhy, Star Wars, and Primary, and Paramore.
My motherhood is my heart melting as my boys sing lullabys about not crying to their babies, then laughing as they say "Calm DOWN!"
My motherhood is breaking up multiple fights some days.
My motherhood is taking an extra 5 minutes to read a book while utilizing the facilities, only to find the entire bottle of sunscreen has been poured onto the kitchen floor. Or unfrozen otterpops that have been ripped open in the living room.
My motherhood is overcooking the maccaroni & cheese noodles because I'm blogging. Then being grateful my children are still too young to notice.
My motherhood is taking quiet satisfaction in making my kids think, "How did she know what we were doing?"
My motherhood is finally feeling like I'm getting the hang of things, just to have a new phase start that I am in no way equipped to handle.
My motherhood is answering endless queries of "Why?" Then crying when one of the answers I come up with is that I'm a bad mom.
My motherhood is longing for number 3 when I know I'm not doing a good enough job with numbers 1 and 2.
My motherhood is atoning for my shortcomigs by reading book after book on the couch before bedtime, instead of the usual 2.
My motherhood is wanting to protect my children from every bad influence in the world. From every bad choice they could possibly make.
My motherhood is knowing that I can only do the best I can within the walls of my home, and pray that they have the courage to do what they must.
My motherhood is realizing that I'm not doing the best I can right now.
My children's future depends on me being better. Starting now. I came across a quote today, "A person can stand almost anything except a succession of ordinary days," by Johann Wolfgang von Goethe. When I first read it, I thought, Ain't that the truth. It is far too easy for my days to be ordinary, day after day. At the time, I only applied the quote to myself and my boredom and desire to avoid my duties of late. But after writing this post about my children, I realize that my children are also suffering from a string of ordinary days. Perhaps this is where the abnormal messes come from? The bickering? They're just doing what they can to make their days not ordinary. But it's my job as their mother to make the days extraordinary.
So I guess we're going to the park today. And I'm gonna play with my children at the park.
Wonder Woman out. Trying to live up to her name today. And her motherhood.
My motherhood is turning a corner to see my children spontaneously hugging and expressing love for one another. And my heart melting on the spot.
My motherhood is getting teary-eyed as I check on my children before going to bed each night. These sweet boys who love sleeping on the floor in the same room seem to grow right before my eyes.
My motherhood is explaining what "calm down" means, and making my kids laugh with exaggerated examples of "calm down" and "acting crazy."
My motherhood is tears in my eyes as my child writes his name for the first time. Completely unprompted and unassisted. I had no idea he could do it!
My motherhood is answering desperate cries for cereal by telling my child he is starving because he didn't eat all of his dinner the previous night.
My motherhood is grinning ear to ear when I hear my child say, "I'm the mom, and this is my baby," in tones of tenderness I rarely hear from a toddler.
My motherhood is hearing new words being put to songs from SuperWhy, Star Wars, and Primary, and Paramore.
My motherhood is my heart melting as my boys sing lullabys about not crying to their babies, then laughing as they say "Calm DOWN!"
My motherhood is breaking up multiple fights some days.
My motherhood is taking an extra 5 minutes to read a book while utilizing the facilities, only to find the entire bottle of sunscreen has been poured onto the kitchen floor. Or unfrozen otterpops that have been ripped open in the living room.
My motherhood is overcooking the maccaroni & cheese noodles because I'm blogging. Then being grateful my children are still too young to notice.
My motherhood is taking quiet satisfaction in making my kids think, "How did she know what we were doing?"
My motherhood is finally feeling like I'm getting the hang of things, just to have a new phase start that I am in no way equipped to handle.
My motherhood is answering endless queries of "Why?" Then crying when one of the answers I come up with is that I'm a bad mom.
My motherhood is longing for number 3 when I know I'm not doing a good enough job with numbers 1 and 2.
My motherhood is atoning for my shortcomigs by reading book after book on the couch before bedtime, instead of the usual 2.
My motherhood is wanting to protect my children from every bad influence in the world. From every bad choice they could possibly make.
My motherhood is knowing that I can only do the best I can within the walls of my home, and pray that they have the courage to do what they must.
My motherhood is realizing that I'm not doing the best I can right now.
My children's future depends on me being better. Starting now. I came across a quote today, "A person can stand almost anything except a succession of ordinary days," by Johann Wolfgang von Goethe. When I first read it, I thought, Ain't that the truth. It is far too easy for my days to be ordinary, day after day. At the time, I only applied the quote to myself and my boredom and desire to avoid my duties of late. But after writing this post about my children, I realize that my children are also suffering from a string of ordinary days. Perhaps this is where the abnormal messes come from? The bickering? They're just doing what they can to make their days not ordinary. But it's my job as their mother to make the days extraordinary.
So I guess we're going to the park today. And I'm gonna play with my children at the park.
Wonder Woman out. Trying to live up to her name today. And her motherhood.
20 comments:
Oh, I know how you feel. . . One of these days it WON'T be an ordinary day at my house. I just have to work up the energy. . .
I'm sure they appreciate all the fun times with you.
That was really sweet! I love how you looked at fighting/bickering/messes as them doing what they can to make their day interesting.
There you go rubbing those otter pops in my face again...LOL! Where do you buy them?
You are such a good writer! You should seriously write a book all about motherhood, I would buy it!
I really think you covered it all.
I loved your motherhoods. I am working on a list sorta similar.
Hope your day at the park was fun!
I love you so much. I'm glad you're raising my grandchildren.
great post! your motherhood is just as it should be- a whole lotta moments.
and your children won't think anything about ordinary days- they will remember how you love them.
Love this post.
Motherhood is the best thing there is.
It was fun meeting you at the bloggy luncheon! You weren't kidding, you really are wonder woman!
Well, GOSH!
I like you. Lots and lots.
hey! what a great blog header! i love it- and love the post!
Wonderful! Thank you for posting this!
Thanks. That was comforting and inspiring to read. It's nice to know that someone else get's distracted by blogging and forgets there is food on the stove.
I absolutely understand everything you wrote about and have been there and am there.
I've been trying to be better lately too. But it's always good to have another reminder, that we have the power to make their days extraordinary.
Yay for being Mothers!
What a great post. I love your motherhood. It sounds a lot like mine.
It's obvious how much you love your boys, and what a fabulous Mother you are. Thanks for sharing!
It's obvious how much you love your boys, and what a fabulous Mother you are. Thanks for sharing!
Can relate to the cereal/hungry kid tummies & the surprise look ma, I can write my name (and read and...).
Something about raising kids that grows us mamas up, too, in the process. ;)
At first glance of this post, I thought it was words to a song or a poem you found. That was absolutely fantastic. It made me cry, and feel at peace at the same time. You're ability to convey the feelings that we all have or have had at one time or another is truly a gift. You always leave me feeling amayzed, I really mean that. I could see that post as a book, like "I'll love you forever".
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