I never thought I’d see myself as being a professional mom…and I’m not the mom I thought I would be. Some days I kill it and hit it out of the park. On other days, I have to choose to survive.
Don’t get me wrong— I’m far from normal and far from out there.
I’m just me.
The mom that limits sugar and talks to her kids about the effects, but splurges on a
surprise Coca-Cola for the kids at the Sonic after school once in awhile.
The mom who takes her kids to church, but makes sure they understand the rules of religion choke the relationship with Jesus that is vital to their joy and living in grace.
The mom that wants her kids to read books, but allows monitored screen time on the regular basis to get a break.
The mom who wants her kids to have adventures and friends, but still
severely limits the amount of time outside of home for activities.
The mom who wants to do it all.
The adventures, the experiences, and the creation of exciting memories … but also knows that a quiet and simple life at home is something to be cherished too.
The mom who says I need a break from kids every week, but at the same time can’t imagine life without them.
The one who says to herself this is the last time, but still gets the heart flutters of excitement every positive pregnancy test.
I love being a mom.
But I’m starting more and more to appreciate the mom I’m becoming—-no comparison.
It’s just me.
I’m their mom.
Simply Blooming Grace 