Drake and I just got back from a fun morning out at Sesame Street Live. We invited my mom to join us and could not have had a better time. The show was full of singing and dancing and lots of audience interaction. [click to continue…]
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Mother’s Day was wonderful this year. I ate breakfast in bed and sipped on iced coffee while I explored the internet until 9:30. I got cards and a Starbucks Giftcard and a Lego figure to build with my big boy. I also (finally) got my wedding ring resized and I’m so happy to see it perched happily back on my finger. My husband spiled me and made an at-home winerary for us to enjoy complete with never empty glasses of wine and a yummy cheese and chocolate plate. I even got my most wanted gift-the picture that you see above. I love having pictures of my boys and I and I don’t even care that they are not looking at the camera.
I really love being a mom and I think Mother’s Day is the perfect day to sit back and reflect on it.
Drake holds such a special place in my heart because he made me a Momma. He is the one who gave me that very special gift. I love to laugh and cuddle and play with him. But I love to talk to him the most because he is interesting and witty. I’m pretty proud of the little boy that he is becoming.
I often times feel like Charlie got the better pieces of me as a mom-the more relaxed and happy and at-home-with-motherhood me and I’m really happy that I was able to give that to him. He makes me smile so big everyday just by looking at him because he has this little sparkle in his eye that just totally melts you. He is pure sweetness with just enough sour thrown in to keep it interesting.
I never thought five years ago that today I would be the Momma of 2 little boys, but they make so, so happy. It is becoming pretty evident in my life that God made me to be a boy mom and I hold that honor with great regard.
And then of course I think of my own Mom on Mother’s Day and I get it. I get why she would and still does hurt when I hurt and how she literally feels my pain. I get the sacrifices. I get the canceled dinners out because of sick kids. I get the way you will search high and low searching for the perfect present to put a smile on your child’s face. I get the sleepless night worrying about things out of your control. And I especially get how much she loves me. I get it all. Love you Mom!
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I don’t think it is a secret to anybody who knows me that I have pretty high expectations. I have high expectations of myself. I have high expectations of my kids. I have high expectations of my husband. I have high expectations of experiences Now don’t get me wrong, high expectations are good, but sometimes I just set the bar too high, ya know?
For example I often have to remind myself that Drake is only three years old. He is a tall kid for his age and can hold a full conversation with pretty much anybody about anything and those things combined make him seem much older than three to me. The problem comes in when he actually acts like he is three- the full-out fits, the not listening, and the mouthing back-those sorts of things. I find myself getting super frustrated with him when he acts like that and I have to constantly remind myself that he is ONLY three years old and his behavior is so very typical and normal for that age. High Expectations
Did you know that I have a pretty amazing husband? Because I totally do. He works so hard for our family and is the absolute best Daddy to our boys and treats me with so much love and respect. He helps around the house and changes diapers and mows the lawn along with a million other things. Yet I find myself getting annoyed with him when he forgets to put his clothes in the laundry basket or when he doesn’t wipe the crumbs off the table after lunch and I sometimes let those little tiny things overshadow the really big amazing things. High Expectations.
I work part-time (3 days a week) and I’m home with my sons the other 4 days out of the week. I’m busy just like all of you are. I’m either trying to fit a workout in and cook dinner and play with my kids all while doing laundry in the few hours I have after work or I’m chasing my kids around and taking them to do fun activities and grocery shopping and going to church and trying to maintain friendships all while wanting my house to look spotless. High Expectations.
Something needs to change and that something is me.
I need to lower my expectations to the realistic level, the achievable level. I need to realize that my kids are just that-kids. I need to appreciate all that husband does instead of focusing on what he doesn’t (which is basically nothing) because he does a whole heck of a lot. I need to take some advice from myself and give myself some grace. I need to know that the perfect house and the perfect body and the perfect craft time activities that I have in my head might need to be changed to match what I have right in front of me- which is a pretty amazing life. I have a nice home that is at least sanitary if it is not clean. My body has a few more lumps and bumps than I might like but that is actually not half bad. I might not do Pinterest inspired crafts with my boys but I take them on all sorts of fun adventures that create priceless memories for them.
I’m going to be spending just a little bit of time rearranging my expectations because I think that some of my new (and attainable) expectations are going to surprise me with the goodness that lies beneath.
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