Wednesday, January 19, 2011

Hi I'm Stephanie and I'm a Mom (Day 16)

Being a stay-at-home mom is hard work.  Heck, just plain being a mom is hard work.  It wasn't until I gave birth to The Girl and thereby quit my 'real' job that I realized that even simple things are harder now.  Heck, some days I feel lucky if I manage to take a shower.  Now taking a shower in an empty bathroom is a whole different animal.  Generally at least one of the kids is in the bathroom with me.  The  Boy spends his time in the jumpy seat when he's in the bathroom, especially now that he's crawling.  I don't need any repeats of the cat food incident from last week.


(I bet you can imagine exactly what happened during the cat food incident)


I think staying home with my kids is the most 'real' job I've ever had.  It's certainly the most challenging, most neverending, most rewarding thing i've ever done.


Anyway . . . Even though some days I want to pull my hair out, I wouldn't trade being a mom to The Girl and The Boy for anything.  This is the hardest job I've ever had.  Sometimes I feel like I have a handle on it, other times I feel like a total failure.  I mean, my daughter is hysterical.  She can make a whole room burst into laughter.  On the other hand, she will be 4 in May and is still not potty trained.  (I don't really like to admit that, but its true)  The Boy is too young to have any major issues - but I'm dreading having to potty train him.


Today, I want those of you who actually read this (and I am oh so grateful for each of you!) to comment to this post.  Tell me one thing that makes you happy to be a mom.  If you're not a mom yet, tell me one thing that just plain makes you happy.


Come on now . . .

7 comments:

  1. Daycare.
    Not the part where I have to let them go and play at someone else's house, nor the part where I have to pay the bill every week.
    The part where I go to pick them up and open the door to two girls screaming "MOMMY!" before they tackle me and the third yelling, "GAAAAH!" until I pick him up and smother him in kisses.

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  2. I have a similar moment when I pick Talia up from preschool, except now they just bring her out to the car and put her in the seat. I miss watching her run out of the classroom and into my arms.

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  3. Thanks for following me, and I am now following you. Cute blog!

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  4. Been there, done that. My shower time is solo now but most other things still require "assistants" even when I don't need help :-) There will come a time when you will miss this. Your post reminded me of my showers when my daughter was in her seat in our tiny apartment bathroom... I miss that!

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  5. Smiles. I love smiles. When they wake up and could swallow the moon with that grin, when you get home and they fly into your arms with a contented "whew you returned" smile, the look of wonder, amazement, the light in their eyes when something 'clicks' in their brain and the corner of the mouth goes up...

    makes it all worthwhile.

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