The Love of a Child

So this week has been interesting to say the least, the first thing you learn when you become a parent is there are no definite answers in life. No exact reason things happen the way they do, you just learn to take every single blow in stride (or seemingly at least). Not necessarily because u chose to sometimes either but because other people are expecting you to be the strong one who bounces back from every single thing that happens with your hair neat and your smile still intact.

However the reality of the woman in general is most of us wear our heart on our sleeve when it comes to the people we love and allow in our lives. So it seems natural that those would be the people who hurt us most even if its accidental they have the power to pretty much break you down and break your heart. Now this is very true with children, they are the people we love before we ever see their little faces, before their beautiful first cry ever even hits our ears we love them unconditionally. So in perfect sense they break our hearts from the beginning. The first heart break is their very first shots, most mothers cry. The thought of their baby in pain just breaks them down. The second heartbreak is always their first accidental boo boo, even if a tiny scratch if they cry we most likely cry as well.

Now these are just the beginning it gets better. They begin to grow up and of course we think ah its got to get easier. Well it does, and it doesn't I unfortunately don't have any definitive answers as to when and if it gets better when they are completely grown considering my oldest is only 6 years old. However I do know that at this point is has not stopped, they continue to break my heart everyday. Never intentional I assure you. Its always small things, a "ugh I hate you" or a slammed door. Now most would call this pay back considering I said much worse as a teenager to my father who still continues to love me patiently to this very day. However if I had known a simple slammed door would hurt your heart so much I would of never even shut a door.

Now my whole point to this is all the times they break your heart there is relief. Its better then any activity or recreational drug you can find ( I think). Their love. Its a feeling you cant quite explain, its like you won the lotto everyday of your life. If im having a bad day I can always go to my girls hug and kiss them and my whole world is peaceful. They are like a shield to all the bad in the world, the love of a child is so unconditional and pure. Now I am saying this because just like any good thing you must take the bad. So all the slammed doors and temper tantrums are just a piece of the overall picture the small part you forget so easily with a simple smile, or giggle on the swing. I think in my opinion the best part of everyday are the parts that include my children even if it means I must endure a few "I Hate U" remarks from a very sassy almost 6 year old.

                                                  My Very Reason For Being <3

From the Moment I wake up its Mom!!!!

While I am fully aware that being a mother is demanding and I did chose this, it is still obnoxious when all you hear is MOM! Its never in a normal tone, or said just once. If they are mad its whinny and a bit high pitched, if they want my attention (of course always while I have my first solitary moment to myself) its MOM MOM MOM like I now no longer have ears that work. If its their father trying to convince me that this is my turn to either take out the dog or do some other motherly duty its a statement in a tone that is most annoying. For example "Mom someone needs a diaper!!!" Ok fully aware that they need a diaper u took the time to find me and point it out because?? 


Now from the moment I rise till the time my poor over worked under payed body hits the bed, its MOM. I am almost certain that the reason society portrayed Mothers as the crazy hair in curlers robe wearing coffee drinking maniacs is because there is some truth to it. I know in my case I wake up most days with the absolute certainty that the day will be long, and with out my coffee the day will be unbearable. So before I manage to get my self pretty or even dressed I zombie walk to the kitchen and get my much needed drink. Now in my current position it has been water (due to pregnancy) however with out that first sip of cold refreshing water I would not be able to make it 5 more minuets let alone all day. 


Even while I currently write this blog I am being attacked by a 2 year old with a belt that seemed like fun to put on my neck, and a puppy who just so badly wants me to focus on her and her sock toy. I heard mom about 5 times in the last 3 minuets and will most likely hear it at least 10 more before we actually fall asleep. Now lets actually research together the meaning and origin of the word mother.


Here are a few I found quite interesting:


 A female person who is pregnant with or gives birth to a child- as stated in the free dictionary online. 


OK lets address this one together giving birth alone in my opinion does not make you a Mom, it clearly however makes you a mother. To me the term mother is so much more then carrying a child and giving birth. Its the moments when you would rather be sleeping then getting up to make french toast for one kid, fried eggs for the other, and coffee for yourself. The nights that are sleepless because while their fever is slight and does not bother them you just cant stop touching them to be sure they are still breathing and fine.Or as stated above giving up every moment of your day to hear the magic words "Mom" even though they be the most annoying words you hear.


To watch over, nourish, and protect maternally- From the Free Online Dictionary 


Now this one I can agree with, the words say it all. Its a mothers job to watch over protect and nourish a child as well as nurture a child. All of the things we give up are worth it. Even hearing MOM 100 million times a day ( way over exaggerated) is a joy of parenting because some day those babes will grow up and they will have babes of their own and you my dear friend will earn a new title "Grandmother" given to us women because only a woman can bear all the responsibility of being a Friend, Mother, and wife and still be GRAND! 


So to all my mommies keep drinking coffee and locking your self in the bathroom so that you have 5 seconds of solitary because these moments are short and never last long enough.




With lots of Mommy Hugs and Kisses 
               Gayle <3

Welcoming Me!!!

So I decided to start a online blog today because it seems too many of us Moms forget who we are as soon as we become a mother. Like take me for instance I used to love to write, whether it be a short story, a poem, or even just my thoughts in a journal. Well almost 6 years ago that all changed when I was blessed with my first beautiful daughter. It became all about her. Since then I have been blessed with 2 other beautiful daughters (4, and 2) and now a little boy on the way in 7 short weeks. While I love them and would be willing to do anything for them I think its important to be a well balance mother. So to conclude that statement I am starting this blog as a special place for me to vent and share my thoughts. I figure this will not only be for myself but for others as well who may feel the same way I do. I am going to cover lots of stuff and this could be a pretty fun journey considering some of my thoughts are simplistic and some cover depth. So stay tuned for many to come I look forward to our journal together : )


With tons of Mommy hugs and Kisses
              Gayle <3