I Am That Mom...

This blog was inspired by Jeff Olden who in turn was inspired by Flo Gascon who was inspired by Ronnie Maier....  Or something like that...  At any rate...

I am that mom who doesn't have a plan.  I go to the grocery store without a list, I am carefree about bedtimes, and while I plan on taking my two youngest daughters to preschool tomorrow, I can't count on my plan. 

I am that mom who has come to terms with the fact that it is okay to wash my hair every four days and not even blow dry it when I do, weekly (self) pedicures are a thing of the past, as is the daily application of make-up.  

I am that mom who wants to be involved in everything.  I attend every parade, presentation, performance, and party, at least as an audience member, if not as a volunteer/leader.   I am that mom who is an over achiever, often putting others  and their children, before my own...  But I think that it is because I know mine are doing just fine.

I am that mom who breastfeeds until they are disinterested.... it certainly isn't the other way around...  

I laugh when I change my daughter's diaper, usually.  We have a little game we play... legs up, legs down, tickle the belly, and roll over.  I am that mom who had a serious problem with the buying/selling/exchanging of cloth diapers.  A new diaper in the mail was better than Christmas... and it wasn't even going on my ass.   I have, thankfully, overcome this addiction.  

I am that mom who loses my patience and freaks out and yells.  Often times over spilled (almond) milk... usually not the first through fourth time in the last hour,  though... it is that fifth time that makes me flip.  But I am that mom who apologizes.  

I am that mom who had an awful first labor/delivery, the perfect second labor/delivery, and the most fabulous of pregnancy experiences with both.  Being that mom has made me a doula, hopeful lactation consultant, and hopeful surrogate mother.  I am that mom who wants to share with future moms how great it is to be that mom.  

I am that mom who dreams.  I dream for me, and I dream for my daughters.  I dream of sitting through three beautiful weddings, of the three most amazing, beautiful, strong, smart, dreaming girls.  And I am that mom that wakes up to one of their nightmares, and joins them in their bed, to hold them.

I am that mom whose everything is Avery Elizabeth, Claire Maureen, and Nora James.  I am that mom whose children are my life and breath.