Parenting.....

I've got this weird thing about holidays. I struggle with them. Like, lets say, Valetine's Day. You know, it's supposed to be romantic and spontaneous and oh so lovey dovey right? And then, it arrives, and I get into this funk and it doesn't turn out just how I thought it should. It's the same with all the major holidays for me; Thanksgiving, Christmas.Today was no exception. I struggled. It bothered me all weekend. I felt it looming over me, waiting to set in on me. It came, even though my day was good. Donuts, coffee, flower shopping, crafting, and doing projects around the house (all of which I asked to do). I feel like I almost have to put on a big show that all is great and that this is the BEST day ever when really my best days being a mom come when I least expect it. Like, for instance, when Maddie runs across the room and jumps into my arms and hugs me tight. Or when Taylor rushes to me after school to tell me her newest joke she learned at school. When they grab my hand and don't let go. I guess my point is that this "day" we call Mother's Day isn't always what it's cracked up to be and that for me, I need to remember that I'm a mom celebrating my girls milestones, ups and downs with them 365 days a year.

Being a mom is hard work. I feel like I'm constantly on a roller coaster. We are up for a moment, a day, week or even a month and then we go down so quickly and the pace changes so rapidly that I feel like I've fallen off the track. It's hard getting back on that track; knowing what's right for the girls. How to handle different situations. My eldest is struggling right now- in fact, together we fell so far off the roller coaster track on Saturday that I wasn't sure we'd be able to find our way back. But that's what us mom's do. We get back up, dust off our pants and hop back on the roller coaster- for there is nothing greater than the love for our chidren.

 

 

 

Together we can step back on course; learning from our mistakes and doing our best to correct them. Knowing that she's only 8 helps me too. I'm trying to let her BE herself- I don't want to mold her into someone I want her to be. Being patient is hard. But loving her is Oh so easy.



These two women help me a lot. They provide encouragement, advice and let me vent without casting any judgement. Most importantly, they remind me that I too, was 8 once and that I turned out pretty well.

I'm blessed beyond belief to have two healthy, beautiful, intelligent children. My love for them runs  deep and is so strong. Not just today, on Mother's Day, but every day. Always and Forever.