there are so many different phases of motherhood. I remember the first mother’s day that I was just pregnant with bradley. I couldn’t even feel his little baby kicks yet, but in my heart I was a mother. I was pregnant and special and chosen. the next year mother’s day had even more meaning. I was not officially a mom and couldn’t wait to have a day to be pampered after going through pregnancy, newborn-ness, and the first six months of having a baby in the house. I was young and happy.
the following years I wanted to be a mother to more children so badly it hurt.
wishes were granted, prayers were answered. now this mother’s day 2012, I found myself here...
I’ve got mother written all over me. Most days you will find me in my gym clothes, with the hopes that I am going to get to the gym or I have already been there and haven’t had a shower yet. These said gym clothes are probably covered with a few splatters of baby food and spit up or a good deal of slobber on the shoulder. I usually have a crumby, overflowing diaper bag in my hand, or a pacifier in my pocket. If I am showered I usually don’t have on make up or the latest style of clothes. But, I am happy. I was chosen.
I am officially an expert on superheroes, diaper changes, and nap schedules. I can stop a tantrum in its tracks (sometimes). I can cut up toddler sized pieces of fruit or hot dogs in my sleep. I know the power of the bedtime routine and snuggles and baby kisses. I can change a diaper in the middle of the night with the lights off.
I am a mom to three little ones. I wear the badge proudly. And the best picture I have with my kiddos right now happens to be on my phone. Happy Mother’s Day to all of the mom’s out there!