Hi dear friends,
Thank you for visiting. Let me introduce myself. I am Sarah, a mom of two babes (currently 3 months and 18 months). Before I entered motherhood, I always knew this is what I was meant to do. Then I had my first baby and it totally confirmed it. Then, I had my second baby and...
SHIZ HIT THE FAN!! Big time. Maybe it was a mix of postpartum hormones and having two babies under 16 months old, but all of a sudden my totally cool and relaxed momness decided to run off and be replaced with crazy and tired and "I can't talk good" momness. I shouldn't feel this way because I have easy babies. Like really easy. They like to eat and they sleep during the night and are awake during the day for the most part. What more could anyone ask for?? NOTHING! They are total perfection and I love being their mom more than life itself.
The thing is: momming is harder than it looks. Maybe I'm wrong. Maybe I'm the only one who gets overwhelmed before I even have a chance to make coffee. Maybe I'm the only one who cries because my toddler doesn't seem to want to play with me. Maybe I'm the only one who binge eats during nap time to deal with the stress. Maybe I'm the only one who considers going to Target without littles a vacation. Maybe. But probably not.
Maybe you feel you are alone in this and you are wondering why all these moms on Pinterest are able to raise 15 kids while homeschooling and still find time to make snow globes out of mason jars while you can't remember if you brushed your teeth today. You are not alone. Did I brush my teeth? No, seriously...did I?
You are a wonderful mother. The fact that you worry about whether or not you are a good mother proves that you are a great mother. Your babies love you more than you will ever know. If you want to feel normal, come visit with me. It will calm your nerves.
"Be honest, you are a messy person in general." I could tell he was watching the words slowly leave his mouth as if they were being physically written in the air like a painfully cliche airplane sky writing proposal. I'm sure he was wishing he could grab those words, pull them back and shove them into his mouth before they reached my ears. If the regret of speaking that phrase didn't kill him, my "oh, heeeeeellllll no" stare would probably do the job.
Okay. Have you heard of the this? Let me sum it up for you. These two Christian sisters who used to be christian singers but are now stay at home moms and have no nutrition background, wrote this book with the cheesiest-ass name ever: Trim Healthy Mama. Moms from all over are hopping on the plan because they can "eat cake every day!"
For a long time, it was really hard to get out and go on adventures (and by "adventures" I mean leave the house in general) with our kids because they were so little and curious and literally always went in different directions. My friends would invite me to go to the park with them and I would hesitate because I knew it would be exhausting and not fun at all. It would not be the play date they imagined because I'd spend the entire time wrangling my free-range children. Ultimately they would convince me it would be easy, after all they would be there too. Then about 30 minutes into our park date, we'd all be exhausted and it would take every thing we had just to bribe them with a granola bar to get in their car seats.
My college roommate just had her first baby boy and it has me dreaming of dinosaurs and monsters. She is going to be the most amazing boy mom ever and I giddy with excitement over getting to meet him later this week.
We're a big book family over here and I am totally that aunt/family friend who will always give books instead of toys, but I don't care. To quote Kathleen Kelly in You've Got Mail, "When you read a book as a child, it becomes a part of your identity in a way that no other reading in your whole life does.” I don't think there is any greater gift we can give our children than the love of reading, so today I want to share with you my all-time favorite books to gift little boys
Every single day, I feel unqualified to write or talk about how hard momming actually is. I look around at friends with twins, or triplets or 4 kids or 6 or 7 kids and I watch them thrive as mothers. I watch their children fall in line like ducklings when their mama calls them. I watch their children play nicely. I see those healthy, well-balanced meals they pin or share on Instagram and I can't help but think "what is wrong with me that I can't even handle two kids?"
Do you remember when you just had one baby, and he or she was just that: a baby? Relatives and loved ones from all around were lining up to watch them for you so you could have time together as a couple and still prioritize your marriage after having kids. Then, right about 8 months into that child's life, fewer and fewer people wanted to help you out. Apparently babysitting isn't as fun and convenient once a child starts crawling. Then, you went ahead and got yourself knocked up again and now that you have 2+ kids, the offers stopped coming and whenever you ask they are all of a sudden busy all the freaking time. Convenient.
Did you know a woman will only apply for a job when she feels she meets 100% of the qualifications, but I man will apply when he meets as little as 60% of the required qualifications? No wonder there are more men in higher roles! They ignore their lack of qualifications and just go for it.
I love having a daughter, but it also scares the bejezuz out of me because, HOLY CRAP I HAVE A DAUGHTER! There is an added sense of pressure having a daughter. This girl is a mirror into my soul and I have to be extra careful about every step I take and every word I say, because that will shape how she feels about herself.
I am all about the #hustle and I have a horrible tendency to take pride in that. God made me a very capable woman, and how do I repay him? By taking everything into my own hands and trying to do it myself.
I'm an ESFP which means I experience bursts of energy and the highest of highs full of ideas, passion and the ambition to get it done. It also means that when I meet the tiniest bit of adversity, it is enough to stop me in my tracks and give up.