Sometimes...

Sometimes being a mom is really hard. When I was little, I had this image in my mind about what it would be like to be a mom. I thought that I would always be dressed so nice. I would always have dinner ready for my husband. I imagined that my kids would be so well behaved and that we would enjoy activities and learning together and everything would just be amazing and peachy. Well, as an adult and Mom, you come to realize that is not a very practical life of being a mom and wife. You get those days that you have a clean house and dinner done. You also get those days where you do everything I imagined. The reality of that (at least for me), is that it doesn't happen very often. I have a lot of days where I get to enjoy moments with my son and we get to play and read and do crafts, but on most of those days it ends up with a messier house or dinner being far from a thought in my head.. It also ends up with me showering once my son has actually gone to bed for the night. I am always at working to get better and manage my time better, but it doesn't always go according to plan. I may be the only mom out there who has a life like this, but i am betting that everyone, at least once in a while, has days/weeks like this.

Today I had one of those harder days. My son was wild.. He wanted me to either hold him or be right next to him. Even at moments, that wasn't good enough and he would just look at me and just say "no no no." Anybody out there with a one and a half year old may know what I am talking about. My son is going through a major tantrum phrase. I gave him once piece of popcorn, which led to a major breakdown because he wanted "moe and moe and moe." Then we continued our day with me cleaning up our kitchen from us just cleaning out our storage unit. I was handling the pile pretty well, and then "T" decided that he wanted to "help" clean and a little mess ended up in a MUCH MUCH bigger mess. My patience was running pretty thin at this point and I decided it must be time for nap time. Boy was that a task in itself. Finally I got my little guy to nap and as I worked on the major explosion of a mess in my kitchen, I stopped and smiled. How strange you may say, but even with my patience totally gone and the mess hovering over my head, I pictured "T" moving all the pans out of the cupboard and bringing all of his toys into the kitchen and just thought how lucky I am to be a mom. i really am. So even when I have hard days like today, I remember, I am a mom and am so so lucky to be that. There are so many people out there who don't get the privilege of being a parent and I am.

So just remember on those days that are SOMETIMES too hard to bare, feel lucky that you have a mess to clean up. Remember that the time is flying by. You won't always be "lucky" enough to have such a mess to clean.