Mom in the Shot {Jan 19th I am a Mom, always learning and adapting}

When I started writing this post it started out humorous.

All about me embarrassing my kids with public displays of affection and how I will try to make them do this forever and ever.

But then my mind got serious looking at this image.

Tears weld up and flowed all over my keyboard.

Wasn't sure why at first.

But then I realized what was going on.

I was afraid.

I was afraid that my own guilt about things might bring insecurities of their own.

That my wanting them to stay forever my little babies might bring moments of doubt of who they are or should be.

That loving on them as fiercely as I do, could make them dependent on me and not the independent thinkers I know they should be.

And most of all that my dreams for them will cloud their own.

I know these feelings may dissipate and just be replaced with new mommyhood insecurities.

Or they may always be there.

Learning the best thing I can do when these moments happen, is to take deep breathes and let the tears come.

Because when I suppress them, the my world gets smaller and my emotions become more intense, creating a claustrophobic effect in my chest = no bueno.

Another thing that helps is blogging these feelings and hearing from you all, that I am not alone.

So, now I ask, any mommyhood insecurities you want to get off your chest?

Please share.

As always linking up with Em.

Mom in the shot Feb 10th {serious case of Momma guilt}

Bug and I waiting for our table at Cheesecake Factory over the weekend.

Am I the only one who thinks that the way they pack people in like sardines creates awkward close table conversations?

{her teachers call her Sunshine, you can see why}

When I decided to stay home with my kids, I wanted to be the fieldtrip Momma. You know the one who plans her whole calendar around chaperoning.

BUT things change.

Like having a 15 month old who does not sit quietly in his stroller. So fieldtrips are not fair to him or her for that matter.

Buggie had a fieldtrip this week, she REALLY wanted me to go, I REALLY wanted to go. But it was right in the middle of nap time, plus I knew her little brother would not be cool with it.

Enter Momma guilt.

My well intended friend text me pictures of Buggie doing her thang. It mad me cry.

Bad cry, ugly cry.

And here it comes {truth time}, I felt resentment towards him. He was preventing me from being there with her. I was not cool with the feeling on so many levels.

But it was real.

I am real.

A real Momma, not perfect but I do my best.

I showered him with extra kisses and hugs that day, more Momma guilt.

Does it ever end?!

I love her. I love him.

And I am a real momma, with real feelings good or bad.

Please tell me I am not alone.

Ok enough with the serious stuff.

Do you embrace? You should.

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