mommy’s day

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!