I step out of the shower (and if you are a mom you know once you have kids privacy does not exist unless your better half grants you that luxury, and sometimes your kiddos sneak in and your relaxing shower turns into your kids playing in your makeup or your lotion) and there is G babe staring at me saying, "Mommy, I text you back, you are the best mommy ever. I love you." (then she grabbed my face and gave me a big smooch!) This is what motherhood is all about.
There are times when your sweet angels become their evil twins and raise hell all around the house, the store, the playground, etc. But the moment I just shared about makes all the bad, stressful moments disappear into thin air.
Becoming a mom was the best thing to ever happen to me. Having lazy sundays with my girls and Mitty, just cuddling in bed, watching kid movies and laughing all together are the days I look forward to most.
Having my daughters look up at me and smile is priceless and fills my heart with joy.
Granted when you are a mom you have no privacy, you gain some weight, add some stretch marks on your not so perfect body and loose the majority of your social life; you gain so much, so much that the few things I listed don't matter.
Being a mom is not a walk in the park all the time, and if anyone tells you it is easy just remember it isn't always easy. But the rewards are priceless and you gain the best memories, like the one I gained this morning. G babe, thank you for always knowing how to push my buttons, the good ones and the bad ones. You are mommy's world!
My journey through motherhood has just begun and I look forward to all the obstacles, achievements and memories I will gain over the remaining years of my life.
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Thursday, January 13, 2011
Thursday, December 2, 2010
Burn baby burn!!
While I am doing my stairs I heard from behind me, "Keep going mommy! You can do this!"
Then to do crunches G climbs on top of me and makes me work EVEN harder while giggling like a school girl.
I then started my leg lifts [mind you this is at the VERY end of my workout] I did my right leg first and then said, "Oh man mommy stills has to do her other leg!" And so I did. After stretching I am stretched across our living room floor wanting to never move again when my 3 foot tall personal trainer appears above me shouting "OTHER LEG MOMMY! LETS GO!"
Seriously?! I would rather have a body builder cutting me some slack because now I know my 3 year old will not let me get away with ANYTHING! Fat rolls get ready to vanish I have a G machine as my personal trainer and she is dedicated.
[ my new personal trainer at her finest, chocolate milk mustache, selling her tickets to her gun show and giving you her GRRRR face!]
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