Who I Get To Be To My Children

There are many different hats you wear, as a mother, through out the day. Some of them, the outside world would be completely terrified if they saw. And some you've tried on other people in your life, but didn't get the same awe that your children express. There are certain personas you only get to play with your children. A few of these are:

A bonafide Singer

Any one over the age of 2 will tell you my voice scares the birds away, BUT my children think it's heaven sent, which is hysterical and makes me love them even more. I was singing to Tristan, my son, today and he had the hugest smile on his face like, "Thank you for singing me this beautiful tune, Mama!" That's right, ladies and gentleman, I am a singer! So sing, sing away my fellow mother units!

A Comedian

You really only have this one until they're about two and a half. Ashlyn is already starting to say, "Mamaaaa," when I'm trying to be funny and she thinks its just dumb. But before they're two and a half; you are the funniest thing in their world. Live it up! You can make funny faces, tell funny jokes, just bust out fake laughing and it will turn into real laughter, because it will crack your kids up. No one out there would consider me to be a funny person. Even when I've made people laugh and I'm waiting to get those magic words, "You're so funny!" I never get that. You know what I get? "You're such a dork!" Oooh, thanks. But that doesn't matter, because my kids would say I am a comedic genius. 

A Chef

As a mother you need to know how to cook. Turns out, I actually love cooking. Who would've known? Before I had Ashlyn, I would ask my own mother to make me PB&J's. Not that I couldn't do it, but I had no desire to make myself anything, ever. Now, I love trying new recipes. Some turn out spectacular and some turn out worse than dog food. (If you're a novice to the cooking world, AVOID attempting to make any kind of Indian Casserole, I'm still scarred from that experience. 4 hours of hard cooking labor and we ended up having to get Taco Bell). The beauty of your children though, is that they don't like the fancy stuff. Heck, they don't even like cooked vegetables! If you can toast some bread and either spread peanut butter on it or melt cheese between it; you are a master chef! Go you!

Ugly

I'm not calling anyone ugly here. I'm just saying you can actually look your grossest and your kids don't even notice. They will notice when you dress up, though. Whenever I wear a dress, Ashlyn is amazed, which is flattering and quite sad. I could, literally, stay in huge sweat suits, with my hair in a gross bun on my head, with no make up all day and my kids would still want my time and affection. If that's not love, then I don't know what is.

The moral of this post is--how AWESOME are kids? My children embrace me, even the stuff I'm not good at, they accept me and we share an unconditional love for one another. (I'm sure I'll be super depressed reading this post when they're in their teens and hate me). 

Reading over this post, I realized I just gave the impression that I hang out in my sweats all day, only feed my kids peanut butter toast, and annoy my house hold with singing and bad humor. Cheers to that!

 Moms out there, embrace those twinkly little eyes watching your every move, because I hear, it goes by faster than you think and soon, you'll be looking up at them just wanting some attention. Hang out with them all day with no make up, don't worry if they don't get every single food group in every single meal, and just be goofy with them; they'll get a kick out of it!

Average day. No make up, sweats, peanut butter faces, and lots of laughing (minus Tristan, he's just wondering what the heck is going on).