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10 Things I Love About Motherhood

12th January 2012


  • It teaches and promotes life-long patience. (Exactly how many times in one’s lifetime can we really say, “Flush the toilet!” I’ll let you know!)
  • It gives me glimpses into what I looked like as a young child. (Yes, sadly there really aren’t that many pictures of me as a young girl, but then who really takes pictures of kid #4?)
  • It has allowed me the ability to perfect the art of baking a chicken nugget. (Birth two picky eaters – check!)
  • Because of Motherhood I know what a Zooble, GoGo, YugiOh, Pokemon, and Lalaloopsy is, and why the loss of any of them may result in screaming, crying, and whining.
  • Swear words are really funny when heard coming out of a five year old’s mouth. (I don’t promote it, I simply enjoy it.)
  • I became a body fluids NINJA – nothing phases me anymore. (I freak out on the INSIDE!)
  • The realization that you’re never too old to play. (I’m also not too old or clueless to beat my 8yo “video game master” at Wii Bowling thanks very much – I knew that University Psych degree would come in handy one day.)
  • The Starbucks coffee breaks are a real plus.
  • Getting hugged often by two cute, funny little people works really well as an anti-depressant. (Simultaneously cost effective and heart warming – double WIN.)
  • The giggles. Hands down

Thanks to MamaKat for the inspiration to write this post!

Broken Record

20th January 2011

Ever feel like a broken record.

Good news – it’s not just you.

Motherhood is an exercise in repetition.

Actually, to say it’s repetitious, would be an understatement that any mother can understand.

How many of these will you say in a day?

STOP!

NO!

WHY?

BE NICE

BE POLITE

WHAT DID YOU SAY?

DID YOU SAY PLEASE?

DID YOU SAY THANK YOU?

DID YOU WASH YOUR HANDS?

ARE YOUR HANDS CLEAN?

WHAT’S THAT SMELL?

DON’T PUT YOUR HANDS IN YOUR MOUTH.

DON’T TOUCH THAT.

DID YOU TOUCH THAT?

IT’S TIME TO CLEAN UP.

CAN YOU PUT THAT AWAY?

WHERE DID YOU FIND THAT?

WHY IS THAT THERE?

DID YOU FLUSH?

WHO DIDN’T FLUSH?

WHERE ARE YOUR SOCKS?

WHERE ARE YOUR PANTS?

WHY AREN’T YOU EATING?

WHAT ARE YOU EATING?

DID YOU EAT THAT OFF THE FLOOR?

STOP FIGHTING!

YOU LOVE EACH OTHER!

STAY WHERE I CAN SEE YOU

WHERE DID YOU GO?

LET’S GO

BATH TIME!

YES YOU NEED A BATH.

ALL SMELLY PEOPLE NEED BATHS.

DID YOU BRUSH YOUR TEETH?

BRUSHING WITH WATER ISN’T ENOUGH!

IT’S BEDTIME

TIME FOR BED

IF YOU LOVE MOMMY, YOU WILL GO TO SLEEP!

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I could go on for DAYS.

Starbucks Tears

28th November 2010

Yesterday, I almost cried in the Starbucks bathroom.

I know it sounds odd.

But I experienced a moment – one of those that come at you out of nowhere, where you realize just how precious life is.

I was with my four year old, who needed to do some business. As we were coming out of the stall, the larger stall door opened with an elderly woman in a wheelchair, pushed by two women, who I assume were her daughters.

I couldn’t help but watch their reflection in the mirror – they were so loving and gentle with her. They pushed her up to the sink, and pulled up her sleeves, just as I did the same with my daughter.  Almost simultaneously, we helped them with the soap and used our hands to wash theirs. My eyes briefly met her daughters’ eyes in the mirror and we shared a moment – for me, a moment of realization that what they were doing for their mom, and I for my daughter, was all that life is – all that matters.

What I was sharing with my daughter, was a moment that mom must have shared many years before with hers, and now their roles had reversed. Instantly, I saw myself in that mother and her daughters – and it was a very humbling, emotional moment.

In the bathroom.

At Starbucks.

Motherhood can be such an unexpected ride sometimes.

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