I don't know. It's kind of felt like I haven't had much to say lately. I mean, many of you consider bloggers to be experts in their niche, right? Isn't that our whole point of being here? I chose parenting as my niche, because when I first became a mom I knew it all! Oh buddy, was I wrong. I mean, when they were tiny, I knew when to feed them, how to get them to sleep, what was wrong when they cried. Now that they're getting older though, the more I get that overwhelming urge to run away.
The two year old will be whining, the four year old wants to fight and argue with everyone, the house has become a disaster that would make my own mother disown me, and I don't even know where to start to fix any of it. Or if it's just all normal.
It's 11am on a Sunday. One kid is still in his pajamas, and the other... well I'm lucky if I can keep a diaper on her. Right now she is hopping around in a pillowcase like she's gonna win the world championship sack race, while Bubba is chasing her on his bike. There's pillows and blankets everywhere and what I'm pretty sure is crumbled up toast from their breakfast all over the rug. And right now? I'm just happy that they aren't yelling for me.
That's what being a mom really looks like. At least in my world. Maybe your kids have their hair fixed at all times and their toys are all put away. Maybe you made a full breakfast and sat down to eat with them, while I was thrilled that mine were taking bites of their eggs while running circles around the house because getting them to eat anything is like pulling teeth.
Sometimes you have to relax I guess. Trying to fit into this SuperMom role doesn't always turn out how you want it to, and you can't let it get to you. That's what I have to keep telling myself lately, because otherwise I would feel completely hopeless.
Then I think about how amazing my kids are. When they're making that mess with the pretend food, it's because they were making lunch for Momma. When she refuses to wear pants, it's because she wants to be a big girl and pee on the potty. When they're crying about not being able to go into the kitchen with me, it's because they want to help and to be closer to me.
One day, I'm going to realize that I can't remember the last time we laughed at bubble beards, because I was in too much of a hurry to let them have a bubble bath and play in the tub. My daughter wont want me to sing to her anymore at bed time, my son will stop coming to me to kiss his boo-boos, and they're both going to grow up one day and have families of their own.
Life is too short to waste. It's time to remind myself that instead of getting overwhelmed and feeling like I'm doing something wrong, I need to focus on the things I'm doing right.
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