Glitter, Tutu’s, and Soccer Shoes

Being a mom is not all roses and sunshine.  In fact, many days it’s weeds and clouds (maybe add in a thunderstorm too). Moms who say their kids are perfect and that each day is such a gift and then the clouds part and the sun shines through and you can faintly hear a choir singing hallelujah. THEY ARE LYING! Don’t get me wrong, the good days definitely outnumber the bad, but I have news for this mom with perfect children who never fight - I’m calling you out.  There is no way on God’s green earth your children never fight, never talk back, and I’m here to tell you that reasoning with a child is just not done.....well.  Tears are shed, begging happens, bribing, and when it gets to the point you can’t take it anymore you make a promise that you will soon forget in the morning, but your kids will not.  Take this as a warning - don’t make promises you won’t remember because they will ALWAYS remember. Today, is one of those days - I can’t wait for school to start ...

My dear daughter, You are about to embark on a new and exciting journey into kindergarten where you will see old friends and make new friends. But, this letter is not to you because I know you will be amazing and tackle this journey head on. No, this letter is to me, your mom who said she wouldn’t cry on your first day. Your mom who is holding back my tears as you walk away into your classroom learning to be more independent. Your mom who loves you more than you will ever realize. No, this letter is for me to read years later and remember the times you put a y at the end of your name simply because you wanted it to have one.  When your eyes lit up every time you went to dance class, or really anywhere because you love to go places. All the little things you did and still do to make life exciting and oh so enjoyable.  All the times we went to the library, the zoo, the park....those are the times I will remember. And if I’m being honest, all the times we fought or I h...

I’m quite sure most of you, if not all, have heard the saying “It takes a village.” I have never been more certain of this truth ever in my life.  Having 3 daughters and two of them only 14 months apart I learned rather quickly that I needed a community of other strong families to help.  There was a 2 year period in our lives where we lived in a different community.  Now, before I go on I’m a firm believer that things happen for a reason and that God puts us in places for a reason and for a certain time.  When my oldest was only 6 months we moved about 2 hours away from any friends and family that I knew, which made relying on them more difficult.  But, God put me in the right church and right groups where I met some amazing moms that were there during, what I consider to be the hardest job EVER!  I’m forever grateful to that community for their help and guidance and through that I made some forever friends. In each of the communities we lived in, my pa...

Today started out like any other day.  The girls woke up (exceptionally early).  They fought over who was going to come down the stairs first, followed by who was the best.  At this point only 5 minutes has passed by and I could see the clock s-l-o-w-l-y ticking... After they consumed a delicious and nutritious breakfast of pancakes with maple syrup and milk they then wanted to watch TV (NETFLIX to be precise), which I, of course, allowed.  I mean how else am I going to get 5 minutes of peace to gulp down enough coffee to just make it through the morning? As time passed I realized there was only one thing I could do - take them to the YMCA and let them run around at “Wiggles and Giggles”. Thank you YMCA for having this so parents don’t go completely insane. I should go back and let everyone know that while some days are more painful than others I wouldn’t change it for anything in the world.  I love and adore my children more than I could possibly describe...