It's not always glamorous. We may not get to go out and wear that cute skirt we once did or get our hair done as often as we use to. We may not always get to wear those fabulous high heels that we love (in my house my son is the one who walks around with my heels on!) Our nails may be ragged and there may even be dark circles under our eyes some days. That's OK! It is worth it.
Worth every second!
This is for you:
For you, the one who is always cleaning up the crumbs, the fingerprints, doing dishes, and loads of laundry
You are a Goddess
For you, the one who effortlessly gets up in the middle of the night to nurse your child, to soothe your toddler, to tuck them in one more time
You are a Goddess
For you, the one who puts her children and family before her, who doesn't get to shower each day, who doesn't get to have those 5 minutes to herself
You are a Goddess
For you, the one who feels unappreciated, tired, worn down
You are a Goddess
For you, the one who shares her shower time and can't use the bathroom without a follower
You are a Goddess
For you, the one who makes sure her children are fed, dressed, and clean. Even if you aren't.
You are a Goddess
For you, the one who works full time, the one who works part time, the stay at home mom
You are a Goddess
For you, the soccer mom, ballet mom, baseball mom, the girl scout troop mom
You are a Goddess
For you, the one who wears her heart on her sleeve, who wipes away tears, kisses bruises, and hugs away the bad dreams
You are a Goddess
For you, the one who stays up with them when they are sick, rubs there back at bedtime, and lays with them until they are asleep
You are a Goddess
For you, the one who spends hours worrying about her child and waiting for them to walk through the door after being out with friends
You are a Goddess
For you, the one who stands by them, believes in them, loves them unconditionally and selflessly
You are a Goddess
This is for YOU. For every mom. For every woman who gives all these parts of her, everyday. You are appreciated! You are adored! You are extraordinary! You are admired! You are loved!
May all you Goddesses enjoy your mothers day. May it be spent with the ones you love, doing what you love! I thank each one of you for being a part of my Goddess journey, for sharing in the ups and downs. This thing called motherhood is an exciting journey. It's the most amazing experience, but let's face it, it is not always pretty. Without a doubt, it is rewarding! Hug those creatures of yours and remember that they help to make you the Goddess you are!
Lastly, Thank you to my mom! I appreciate you for all you have done and all you are.
Happy Mothers Day Goddesses!!
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Friday, January 10, 2014
Chapter 1: The Beginning of this Blog
As long as I can remember I wanted to be a mom. It is probably one of the only things I have ever been certain of. The longing for it came early on. Some people just know. Others discover. In my early twenties I was too busy "playing". As my late twenties came I began to wonder if I would meet the right partner to have children with. I even was contemplating that some day I may have to have a donor so I would be able to have a child. It wasn't just having a child either. I had the strong desire to be pregnant. I have always felt that being able to grow and carry a baby inside you is one of the most incredible gifts. Two children later and I am still in awe of this.
I was in denial the first time I was pregnant. My first son, Chase, was not planned. I put off taking a test. I figured I was just late. I was enjoying my time with his father. We hadn't been together long and we were at that stage where we were indulging in the blissfulness of a new relationship. After being considerably late and a girlfriend of mine suggesting that I was indeed pregnant, I took a test. It was a Sunday afternoon when I found out I was pregnant. Life as we knew it would never be the same. Chase came crashing into our lives on the morning of January 18th, 2011.
My second son was planned. I wanted him so badly. The second time around we decided not to find out the sex. I always knew it was a boy though. There was this strong feeling. A connection of sorts you could say. I still feel this when I look at him. On a September 18th, 2013, during a beautiful sunset sky and the night of a full moon, Wesley arrived.
I love them with every inch of me. I feel blessed to have them. Watching them grow, especially Chase these days, I have discovered so much about myself. They complete me. Now I sit back and can see myself within them. They teach me. I continue to learn and grow. I am finding out more about myself each day I am with them. I am "discovering me in them"...
I was in denial the first time I was pregnant. My first son, Chase, was not planned. I put off taking a test. I figured I was just late. I was enjoying my time with his father. We hadn't been together long and we were at that stage where we were indulging in the blissfulness of a new relationship. After being considerably late and a girlfriend of mine suggesting that I was indeed pregnant, I took a test. It was a Sunday afternoon when I found out I was pregnant. Life as we knew it would never be the same. Chase came crashing into our lives on the morning of January 18th, 2011.
My second son was planned. I wanted him so badly. The second time around we decided not to find out the sex. I always knew it was a boy though. There was this strong feeling. A connection of sorts you could say. I still feel this when I look at him. On a September 18th, 2013, during a beautiful sunset sky and the night of a full moon, Wesley arrived.
I love them with every inch of me. I feel blessed to have them. Watching them grow, especially Chase these days, I have discovered so much about myself. They complete me. Now I sit back and can see myself within them. They teach me. I continue to learn and grow. I am finding out more about myself each day I am with them. I am "discovering me in them"...
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