As most of you know I have a strong connection to the world of first responders. My sister is a paramedic, my father-in-law is a fire chief, and a long time ago I worked directly with firefighters from all across the state at my “big girl job”. I have heard the horror stories, I have seen the damage to families, and in recent weeks I have watched the tragedy unfold on TV.
So, I have headed to the professionals for their help, easing all those mom brains out there.
It’s late at night, the room is dark. You can’t sleep and your mind begins to wander. You replay the day’s events over and over again in your head. You think about news coverage you watched as you prepared dinner. The horror on those families faces as they begged for help to find their missing child, the smoke billowing from the home where the firefighters pulled out the family pet, the dark red blood that covered the ground after the hit and run. The evening news shares those images with you as you were about to sit down to a family dinner.
You start to wonder, in the comfort of your bedroom, could that happen to us? How am I going to protect my kids in a world of bad things? You start to sweat and your heart starts to race.
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Kids tooth paste.
Is there anything else in the whole world that is worse then this green beast? This goopy green monster haunts our kid’s bathroom, rearing its ugly head twice a day.
Maybe it’s a cult following or it’s a rite of passage for young girls… whatever it is, there is nothing as magical as her smile as she holds that big red bag! The American Girl grin.
You should just be given a catalog as part of your discharge papers as you leave the hospital with your newborn, because no matter how much you try to put it off you WILL own one of those American Girl dolls at some point.
Those big round eyes look up at me under her bangs, a half smirk finds her lips, and she says in her sweet toddler mispronounced voice “Sorry mommy.” I turn to wipe up the milk, making sure she doesn’t see the smile that has crept to my face. How can I stay mad at that sweet face, and she knows it. This happens countless times a day.
“Just because you have a bad day, doesn’t mean you have a bad life.”
It sounds so simple, but why is it some days it’s so hard to remember. When you are crazy busy trying to get everyone dressed and out the door, the toddler has toothpaste all over the bathroom floor, the baby is pulling out the outlet plugs, the dogs barking to go outside, and the washing machine is buzzing at you. It’s hard not to feel overwhelmed. It’s hard not to feel like you are failing at everything, that you’re not accomplishing anything correctly. It’s hard to feel like your whole world is not mass chaos.
Tonight, I lost an hour. I lost my self for a whole hour. By the dim light of my phone I looked at the journey of motherhood. I looked at what once was tiny toes and a bald head turn into crazy giggling toddler with wild blonde hair.
I looked at how my world had changed from a battle field of burp clothes and pump parts to a land fill of paw patrol toys and coloring crayons.
My sweet little girl… she runs on two things, sunshine and ice cream! This girl goes a million miles a minute, with mommy chasing in the wind. From sun up to way past sun down, it’s a blur of blonde hair and laughter echoing our house.
Sunshine is what this girl lives for, she thrives off the rays of the sun. The outdoors call to her name the minute the sun shows its face. Her sun kissed locks are proof of the days spent cruising the sidewalks on bikes, and the splashing of pool water. Continue reading “Shake It Up Ice Cream”
I laughed this morning as we walked into my daughters “School”. I LOOKED like that mom all other moms hate. That mom that looked like she had it all together, that mom with the kids dressed to the nines. That mom who had so much time on her hands that made matching shoes for her kid and hair bows. You know that mom that you want secretly to be like but you also hate with a burning passion.
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