(stepping on my pants trying to run after my quick toddler)
(oh look, she's on the go again!)
To be honest, I like my morning's snuggling with my little co sleeper, all the while she is kicking me in the face because she sleeps like a starfish.. or when she runs her hands through my hair which knots my it to an unmanageable birds nest. I love waking up to her crazy excited jumping all over the bed smiles, while squishing my face with her hands (and body weight) letting me know she has to go potty. I'd rather get dirty in the garden in the mornings with my little peanut, rather than worry about my hair and makeup. I like that I work in the evenings, even though I am exhausted from playing, singing, dancing, and trying to communicate with my little miss, or being 9 months pregnant.. I'm doing it for our family and our future, and that makes me proud (and feel like I'm contributing).
I know I know, this is kind of a rant, but let's be serious here. Don't act like birthing a baby was a breeze and that your lady parts didn't hurt like hell afterward (that's coming up for me again real soon). Don't act like mom life doesn't throw you curve balls and that you sometimes swing the bat but miss. Be real! Touch bases with your roots. It's okay to be normal! I actually think it's kind of funny when you have a mom horror story.. want to hear one of mine? Ask me, I've got a bag full of stories!
Being a mom is a indescribable gift, the good AND the sometimes really really hard. I'm not going to lie, I was caught just a week ago, hurrying to my car, giant pregnant belly, toddler and to go boxes in tote, FIGHTING back tears, which I burst into as soon as I made eye contact with Harlow's sitter. My terrific two year old threw a gnarly fit in my favorite restaurant, screaming and jumping all over me.. John had been deployed for almost two weeks and I badly needed a break. I was not ashamed when my girlfriend (Harlow's sitter) spotted me and grabbed me for a VERY NEEDED hug. I held onto her like it was my last day on earth and she understood. The next day, Harlow and I laughed and played like it was a dream! You would have never guessed the day before had happened. All I'm saying is..