Got your coffee (and a Walmart cookie)?
I’ve got mine.
Let me tell you a few of my Mommy confessions.
If you’re a mom and can relate, let me know. Or share your own secrets in the comments. Let’s air it out in here:
1.) I don’t always enjoy the stage we’re in with the kids. Sometimes I daydream of days to come when we leave the house together as a family and poo poo, snack and liquid quantity, naps, and strollers won’t be an object.
2.) I feel a little bipolar with my emotions because while confession #1 is true, I also feel like bawling my eyes out when I think of our kids growing up. I wonder if JimJim and Jada will think it’s weird if I order a supersized stroller when they’re teens so we can relive the early years….See? This is what emotionally torn looks like.
3.) I’m not sure I’m doing enough for my kids. Am I playing, praying, patient enough for them?
4.) I almost never wipe my kids nose with a tissue. Their clothes and blankies work just fine. Do you wanna have a playdate with us soon?
It basically comes down to the fact that I’m not ever prepared enough. Don’t ever ask me for a Kleenex because I don’t have one. Or a diaper because I probably forgot that too. Wait, what? You feel like eating some lint covered Goldfish from the bottom of someones purse? That I have.
5.) I don’t force my kids to eat their veggies. Which might be why Jada has yet to eat one.
Almost every day more days than I’d like to admit Jada and I don’t get dressed at all. Jammies all day, and I think I speak for both of us when I say, mommy’s lazy we like it. JimJim would be right there with us if he didn’t request his bball get up the second he wakes up.
Hate to say these four pictures took me less than one minute to round up for this little jammy collage.
7.) Nothing NOTHING has given me more purpose, zapped me of energy, challenged me spiritually and physically, and transformed me like having kids has. Lots more jammy days, not enough veggie days, and possibly teenage sized stroller days to come. Praying God will fill in the gaps where I’m not enough. Because I know HE is.
The days are long, but the years are short. Isn’t that what they say? I’m a believer.
So, mommas out there. Spill it.