If you asked me to sum up motherhood, well, there would be no summing up. It would be endless upon endless paragraphs packed with every lesson, every failure and every celebration. I would bare it all. Not holding back. Because much like every mother out there, we experience it all. Being able to share my journey here, with you all is certainly a special thing. I think every mom can relate to the stories I tell here. The good, the bad, the ones that are just so embarrassing I do not even want to publish it.
But that’s the beauty of it all, motherhood. One giant tornado of emotion. An epic hurricane of feelings. An earthquake of confusion and lacking confidence in an area that you truly have to learn as you go. One thing I really hope to create here is more of a community for moms to just chat about anything and everything. An open book if you will, where we can all laugh, cry, and encourage one another to rock this mommy-hood together.
I’ve got 6+ years down if you count the time in the womb in this mom game. The second that test turned positive everything that I once cared about went straight out the window. Myself, Dan and this sweet baby boy was all I was concerned about. I wanted to do it all right. Carry this whole process with grace and make everyone around me proud. I learned oh so quickly once Brody was born that I had to let go of how everyone thought I was doing. NOTHING went the way I expected. EVERYTHING happened in its own time. And ALL I could see was this sweet little baby boy that consumed every ounce of me, in the best way possible.
By the time we were so lucky to bring another sweet man into the mix I was grateful to have friends/family who were bringing little ones into their lives as well. A few more moms to relate with. Owen and Brody together is really something to be seen. A brotherhood that cannot be broken. They are attached to each others hips and just light up with one another. Sure, they have their moments, but what siblings don’t?
Trust me when I say there is no perfect advice for parenting. Besides starting each day fresh, full of love and readiness for whatever may come your way. You get blasted in the face with a toy? Go cry about it in the closet (totally kidding) just learn to roll with the punches (literally).
Things are not going to go the way you anticipated. Sickness, bad grades, not fitting in, all the crap will be outweighed by the simplest of moments. We’ve all heard a fierce “I DON’T LIKE YOU!” or “YOU’RE MEAN!” in times when they just can’t get their way.
But all it takes is one…
A hug, a good squeeze. A kiss you goodnight. When they sit on your lap and suddenly that giant kid feels like they did when they were 18 months old. When they tell you that they love you, even after a day when you spent most of it crabby and overwhelmed. They see it, they know it. You’re doing your best, and your loving the hell out of them during it all of it.
Just look at that face –
If there is anything I know for sure – it is this…
Every birthday candle blown.
Every prayer at night.
Each and every coin tossed into a fountain.
Every wish I had ever made had everything to do with these two boys.
Every single one.
Every hope I had to become a mother was answered and beyond.
How did I get so lucky?
oh man – another entry that made me cry – I always go back for more though!
Keep these comin’ Abby!! Love you!!
Tugging on the heart strings! Two beautiful little humans!! They are just as lucky to have you as their mama! Love to you all!