Frustration and Mush

This blog is a bit for me, but is more for my kids. I don't scrapbook, so this is what they will have to look back on. At the same time, I want to be honest about what being a mom is to me, the good, the bad and the ugly. Lately it's been a little bit of all three, enough that there has been stress abounding at times.

The last few weeks with Sophie have been a roller coaster. I don't understand how one little girl can be so ornery that I could just scream one second and melt my heart into a giant puddle the next. She is without a doubt the most stubborn person I have ever met, with the possible exception of her father. I feel like tearing my hair out some days, then all of a sudden out of nowhere she will run and hug my legs so hard that we both fall over giggling like idiots. Even when I am the most angry, the most frustrated, the most tired, the most impatient, I will never, ever forget that I am the luckiest woman in the world to get to be her mom.

And my other kid... I never in my wildest dreams imagined having an easier, more laid back baby. After having such a spitfire like Sophie, he is a dream come true. And the smiles, oh does that boy smile. You would think I would be used to it by now but I'm not. I swear every time that kid show me his gummy grin I just about float. He is more than I ever hoped, and I constantly marvel that one person can love two people with such intensity without just exploding.

My kids occasionally drive me nuts. They sometimes try my patience to the point of tears, or yelling, or both. Every once in a while they make me question my sanity. The simple fact is that sometimes being a mom is tough, but I will never, ever take for granted the simple fact that I am one.