I’ve toiled over the idea of writing a mom-blog. So much of my life is anecdotes about my kids. It only seems right for me to put paper to pen (so to speak) and document these moments. Sadly, the thing about the years when you have littles at home to write about, is that you have no time. Ever. Full stop.
But, lately there have been some gems spouting from the mouths of babes. Like the subject line, spoken to a friend at school just as his single mom walked in to hear it. In these moments, I just cringe because I’m certain it will get worse before it gets better.
But, also spouting from the mouths of babes these days? Well, from Will mostly a “mama” or “dada” as he tri-pod crawls around the house and stuffs avocados into his mouth. But, from Cody I get my full compliments for the day – usually by 7 AM. Lately he’s been brimming with, “Mama, you’re so beautiful” or, “Mama, you smell so nice!” or, “Mama, you’re a great ‘nuggler.” And in these moments, every other bit of threenager angst that radiates off him falls away and I am sure, without a doubt, that he is an angel sent to Earth for the benefit of my ego.
I constantly read mom blogs and lamentations about how hard it is to be a working mom, and hell it’s all true. I’m exhausted. I’m fatter than ever. I feel like I’m not committed enough to anything. I’m never without bags under my eyes. Half the time I’d struggle to recall the last time I shaved my legs and I used to be a daily shaver. But, each night I spend playing with and taking care of these little people who I made with my favorite person. It’s a freaking miracle and it’s like riding a tsunami crest–constantly wondering when it will all come crashing down in disaster. But, I love it. I really do.