On being a Mom

A bit of trivia about me; I retired at the ripe old age of 23.  At least, that's what I tell people.

In fact, I had just moved from Canada to the U.S. and did not have permission to work.  It was interesting, being a snowbird (okay, so I don't meet the TRUE definition of a snowbird... call it poetic license) at such a young age.  Children were not yet on our radar and I had a lot of free time on my hands.  Besides volunteering, I spent a lot of time thinking about what job I'd like to do if the #&$%-ing government would just let me work.

Now that I am a Mom, I can imagine no other job that I would like.  Am I perfect at it?  Nope.  Not even close.  I yell.  I curse (under my breath, of course). I make Elise go back to bed if the number 7 isn't the first number on her alarm clock.  I don't make lunches in the shape of zoo animals and think that Moms that do should have a pillow case shoved over their heads and then beaten with a sock full of quarters.

What?  They are making the rest of us look bad!

Where was I going with this?  Oh yes, being a Mom and why I love it.  Watching my little babies grow up and bursting with pride at who they are becoming has to be at the top of my list.

A few weeks ago, I was asked to write a post for Sanofi's Diabetes Blog.  I was honoured and thankful; writing my post help me to reflect just how lucky I am to be a Mom.  And that is my true Mother's Day gift. 

Click here to read my post and Happy Mother's Day to ALL the Moms (in whatever capacity that may be) out there.

I'm a Wiener!

Words are important to me. I love to write. And read. I think words can accomplish great things. Words can also build up or tear down.

Words are powerful.

If you've ever read the 5 Love Languages, I am definitely a word girl. And that's why finding out that I was selected by a local Chick-fil-a as their "Mother of the Year" means so much to me.

Let me say that I totally fall short of this title, but I try. Every day. Even when I don't want to, I drag my bum out of bed and do my best for my kids. Sometimes I wonder if anybody notices.

Apparently, my husband does. He nominated me and submitted an essay on why he thinks I should win.

Mother of the Year.

Four little words.

Yet they gave cause for this Mom to stand a little straighter, smile a little more, and feel okay about herself amidst all the chaos.

And to all you Moms out there. You all deserve this title too. Happy Mother's Day.