Being a mother is a blessing, and there are days when I want nothing more. BUT...there are those days when I want to escape into a hole and never return. Thankfully, wanting this outweighs escaping. I just want to share my incredibly blessed life. This is not just for myself, but all those hard working MAMAs.

Monday, February 22, 2010

I Love Them, I Love Them Not, I Love Them

Hey there! I know it has been a while. Apologies. It is getting really hard to do extra stuff since I find myself nursing around the clock lately, plus taking care of every day stuff. Finding time to write is hard. But here I am at 12:30 in the morning hoping to get rid of some pent up frustration.

Today my 14 year old told me he doesn't think I love him and his siblings. A lot of stuff happened earlier that is too much to go into, but I made a comment about how I love him and his siblings so much and asked him if he knew that. He said he didn't know. I asked again, hoping maybe I wasn't clear the first time. Yet, he said he didn't know again. I didn't know what to say after that. Luckily, the baby started crying, so I told him to clean the restroom and walked out to get the baby.

I guess I should be grateful he didn't tell me he hates me. That is what I did to my parents time and time again as a teenager. But, still, it hurt almost the same. I have raised him for 14 years, void of any extra effort, other than the required, from his dad. Yet, I am still the bad guy, as is my husband.

At times like this I try to remind myself that he knows who is really there for him and he will express his gratitude later, but I want it now. I am S.O.L., though. I know from experience. And, in situations like these, I am reminded of my mother.

My mother and I did not have the best relationship while I was growing up, but she was the one who was there. She was there through the excitement and the many times in the hospital, the gross stuff and the pretty. Don't misinterpret, I love my dad. We are good now. He was there every other weekend and on holidays and in the summer, but even then, he was absent in the real parenting. I give him credit for my faith, and my mom...she taught me how to be a mom, more specific, a parent.

She bended over backwards. She took me to where she worked so I could write my papers. She stayed up late with me finishing projects. She took me to every doctor appointment, and stayed in the hospital with me. She worried when another test had to be done or another i.v. put in for the 5th time after the other failures. She always had money for yearbooks and tennis rackets, violins and strings, hairspray and make-up. My school work came first, the housework second. If she and I had somewhere to be on the same day at the same time, my activity took precedent. Braces were paid for and a hair appointments never delayed or missed. I could go on and on, but I think you get the idea.

From her I took the lead, and have done the best I can for my son. At least I think so. Being a parent is tough. As cliche as this is, kids do not come with instructions. Many times I say the wrong thing, do the wrong thing, but I am trying. I don't know if I will ever get this parenting thing down to a science, even with five kids. But, they should know I love them, right?

As much as I am doubting myself right now, I know they know I love them. They have to. Otherwise, I have failed. All I can do now is keep up with being mom and do all I can to insure their success and happiness.

Sorry if this was a little depressing, but I needed an outlet. And who better than fellow parents. Thanks for reading and being patient.

Monday, January 4, 2010


It has been some time since I have been here, but for good reason.

Many of you know I was expecting our 5th baby due 01/10/10. As predicted, the baby came earlier! Actually, we predicted the baby would come 12/21/09, but she braced us with her presence on 12/27/09 at 8:24 am. What a wonderful day.

Honestly, I was expecting a boy. At first, I was convinced the baby was a girl (we did not find out the sex at the ultrasound). Then, I started dreaming it was a boy, and everyone was telling me it was a boy. So, when the day came, I was expecting Joshua to be here. Lo and behold, Emma, came into our lives. What a wonderful surprise!

I LOVE surprises!

So, as of 12/27/09, my life has been forever changed. Funny thing is when I had my oldest 14.5 years ago, I decided all I wanted were boys if I ever had any more children. Why?? Well, I did not want a mini-me running around. I do remember what I was like as a child and a teenager. I did not want any form of payback from a daughter of my own. In my opinion, boys are much easier.

Now, I have 2 boys and 3 girls. 3 times the hormones, 3 times the drama. We have seen plenty of drama from our oldest daughter. And now, our 2nd oldest daughter, who is only 1, is now showing signs of drama queen abilities.

There is also 3 times the hair, 3 times the clothes, 3 times getting ready, 3 times getting nails done ( I can't wait for that, though), 3 times the boy crushes. Sigh...

Forever changed...They have definately forever changed my life in the most awesome way possible, but I hope and pray I can forever change the lives that are now in my hands. I hope and pray I can make the impact God has created me to by giving me these wonderful and precious blessings.

Tuesday, December 22, 2009

Lazy, Lazy, Lazy....

Okay...maybe I am not being lazy, but it sure feels like it.

This week, Hubby is off from work. I LOVE IT! I like it when he is here. Not just because he lets me sleep in, he wakes up with the baby, cooks lunch for the kids, washes dishes, starts laundry, babies me if I am having a 'bad prego day,' or any wonderful thing like that. Well, maybe that could be some of the reason. :) Now can you see why I am feeling lazy? Actually, though, I just like him being here.

We have only been married 5 years (it will be 5 years Jan. 1) and have known one another 8 years, but it doesn't feel that long at all. It feels as though we have just met and he is impressing me with his intelligence and sense of humor. No one can impress me the way he does, make me laugh like he does, or frankly, tick me off like he does.

I love that I get to see him everyday from the moment I get up to when we go to bed. He is my best friend. When he is here, he spoils me and I enjoy every minute of it and if that qualifies me as being lazy, then so be it. But the real reason I love him being here is just because he is here.