I am a mom.
I have three kids.
I had two natural births with an epidural. One c-section.
Two went full term. One was a premie.
I bottle fed one, I nursed two.
I let two babies “cry it out.” I held one through the night.
I don’t let my kids sleep in my bed. Ever. (Maybe one time I did.)
I give baths. Sometimes.
I let my kids choose what they want for breakfast during the week and I make them pancakes on the weekends.
I lay out clothes for two and I let one stay in her pajamas all day if she wants to.
Some days I brush their hair. Some days I don’t.
I let my kids watch a lot of t.v. but they are still creative.
I say, “I’m busy” all the time. But sometimes I don’t.
I say NO all day long, but sometimes I say, yes.
I scream and I yell, but sometimes I don’t.
I do laundry. LOTS of it. Sometimes it doesn’t get out of the basket, but sometimes it does.
I clean noses and put bandaids on non-existent boo boo’s.
I give instructions all day long.
I tuck in my babies and help them say their prayers. Sometimes we even say a bible verse and sometimes we forget.
I post tons of pictures and anecdotes about my kids, but sometimes I keep things to myself.
I drive all day long, at least it feels that way.
I put blankets in the back of my kids shirts because they want to be superheroes.
I give squishy hugs and kisses on end.
I say, go away and come here.
Finish your dinner. Pick up your shoes. Don’t make a mess. Brush your teeth. Be nice. Don’t do that. Those are some more things I say.
Oh yeah, I also say, I love you all the time.
All of these things are things that I do because I am a mom.
And because I am a mom I also have prayers that they might not ever know I prayed. Prayers for my kids to be all they can be. To reach their potential. To love God above everything else. To know who they are in Christ. To never, ever believe the lies of this world that they are worthless. To know with everything they have that they are chosen and loved. To know that no matter what they do and no matter what path in life they choose, I will always love them and be there for them. To know that they were woven in my womb and that they are fearfully and wonderfully made.
I am not perfect and I make mistakes all the time.
I try my best and ask God to help me be the mom that He wants me to be.
I love my kids with all my heart.
I am a mom.