Okay, so I've been thinking about what my job description is in my house. This is what I've come up with.
Breakfast, Lunch, & Dinner Cook
Bath Giver, Teeth Brusher, Butt Wiper
Bo Bo Kisser, Band aid Giver, Wound Checker
Homework Helper, Teacher Note Writer, Field Trip Money Giver
Fight Referee, Moral Teacher, Discipline Giver
Lego Finder, Toy Picker Upper, Chore Giver
Laundry Maid, Bed Changer, Pull Up Giver
Bill Payer, Errand Runner, Grocery Shopper
Picture Taker, Clothes Picker Outer, Hair Putter Upper
Hair Cutter, Appointment Maker, and Book reader.
Damn, I need a raise
Friday, January 8, 2010
Saturday, January 2, 2010
Well, Christmas is over and another year has past. Every time around this time of year, I think about all that I've done(or haven't done for that matter). What goals do I want to accomplish this year? What would I have done differently? Do I even want to attempt new year's resolutions? I know alot of people who look down upon resolutions. Why? I think the fear of never following through is tough for people, but for me those resolutions keep me grounded. Subconsciously, I think everyone makes those promises to themselves every year. Whether or not they follow through with them just means living and learning. Disappointment is just part of life. I would rather be disappointed than not feel anything at all.
My children, I believe, had a great Christmas. Is the definition of a "good" Christmas mean lots of presents? Unfortunatley, my children would probably say yes, but for me it was about making memories. Did our family make memories? Yes, the bad, good, and ugly, we made memmories. This year seemed bitter sweet though. I think it will be the last Christmas my first born will believe in Santa Claus. She may not believe now, but I'd like to think she did. Sitting there on Christmas morning watching my four year old scream with delight at all Santa had brought just made me think back to my own childhood. I can remember having the most amazing holidays. I think what made them so special was I knew how hard my parents worked to make them spectacular. I can remember at an early age that my parents were doing the buying for Christmas. I can't remember when I found out, but is was early in life. I believe I've done a pretty good job in keeping my children in childhood.
Do I struggle as a mom everyday of my life? Yes. Do I doubt myself and my choices every waking moment in the day? Yes. Do I believe I could always be doing more? Yes. But, with all these questions, I still believe no one could love them like I do. No one will make a scrap feel better, make a sick child chicken soup, or give kisses like I do. I can remember my mom caring for me and my late brother when we were sick. She has been a nurse for as long as I can remember, and no one did it better than her. She had the "healing" touch every mother must obtain at birth. Hell, I still want my mom when I'm sick.
I can remember an incident not too long ago when my son was up all night vomiting with some kind of stomach bug. I litteraly had run out of clean sheets and had to compromise by sleeping next to him with towels to catch the vomit. Now I don't know about you, but I believe that is the definition of motherly love. So why is it we still don't think we do enough as parents? Could it be that nap I took on the couch earlier while I put a movie on for my kids? Could it be that peanut butter and jelly sandwich I made for dinner? Or how about the skipped bath we obtain a couple of times a week when I feel as though I can not even keep my eyes open? Yeah, we doubt ourselves everyday. I figure if I can limit the amount of therapy to a bare minimum that they need as adults, then I've done my job.
My children, I believe, had a great Christmas. Is the definition of a "good" Christmas mean lots of presents? Unfortunatley, my children would probably say yes, but for me it was about making memories. Did our family make memories? Yes, the bad, good, and ugly, we made memmories. This year seemed bitter sweet though. I think it will be the last Christmas my first born will believe in Santa Claus. She may not believe now, but I'd like to think she did. Sitting there on Christmas morning watching my four year old scream with delight at all Santa had brought just made me think back to my own childhood. I can remember having the most amazing holidays. I think what made them so special was I knew how hard my parents worked to make them spectacular. I can remember at an early age that my parents were doing the buying for Christmas. I can't remember when I found out, but is was early in life. I believe I've done a pretty good job in keeping my children in childhood.
Do I struggle as a mom everyday of my life? Yes. Do I doubt myself and my choices every waking moment in the day? Yes. Do I believe I could always be doing more? Yes. But, with all these questions, I still believe no one could love them like I do. No one will make a scrap feel better, make a sick child chicken soup, or give kisses like I do. I can remember my mom caring for me and my late brother when we were sick. She has been a nurse for as long as I can remember, and no one did it better than her. She had the "healing" touch every mother must obtain at birth. Hell, I still want my mom when I'm sick.
I can remember an incident not too long ago when my son was up all night vomiting with some kind of stomach bug. I litteraly had run out of clean sheets and had to compromise by sleeping next to him with towels to catch the vomit. Now I don't know about you, but I believe that is the definition of motherly love. So why is it we still don't think we do enough as parents? Could it be that nap I took on the couch earlier while I put a movie on for my kids? Could it be that peanut butter and jelly sandwich I made for dinner? Or how about the skipped bath we obtain a couple of times a week when I feel as though I can not even keep my eyes open? Yeah, we doubt ourselves everyday. I figure if I can limit the amount of therapy to a bare minimum that they need as adults, then I've done my job.
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