When Did I Become My Mother?

Every woman must ask herself this at one point in time, I swear. I am reminded multiple times a day just how much I have become my mom. I'm little miss Susie Homemaker here. If you had told me three years ago that I would be making my own baby food, sewing our own clothes (and Swiffer covers, and curtains, and potholders...), using cloth diapers, and clipping coupons.... well, I probably would have laughed in your face. I am my mother. I take what I have, and I run with it. You can always make something out of nothing. That is what my mom taught me.

Money doesn't build happiness, family builds happiness. I see this in my daily life now. When Abigail is grown and gone, she won't remember things like the brand of clothes she wore, or how nice the food was that is on our table. She'll remember eating as a family every night, and playing games with daddy. My mom has taught me that time goes fast, and to cherish it. That what you do with your time matters, and how you spend your time with your children reflects who they become as adults.

My mom was always there. She was always home, always lending a listening ear. And she always had the answer to any question. I see now how much she sacrificed for me, for my sisters. I see now how rewarding it all was. She has three beautiful, healthy, daughters. Who are happy and strong in the Lord and making her proud.

I hope I'm just like my mom, because she's the best mom ever.

Oh boy

Parenthood is very...adventurous. Some days I just look around my house and wonder how I got here. Maybe that sounds strange. But I see the baskets of laundry that either needs folded, or put away, or washed. I see the dishes that need done, the floors that need swept or vacuumed and the toilets that need cleaned. And as of late, I hear a screaming baby every waking moment! And wonder what I ever did before I was a mom.

I will never know what it feels like to be bored again. I don't think I'll ever know what it feels like to be caught up! The list of things that needs done is always much longer than the hours in the day.

And I'm happy. Wonderfully, blissfully so. We are blessed beyond measure, with this precious little baby girl. And all the time, all the energy in the world, could never replace her. She's the best thing in my life. Even when she cries herself to sleep at night, or flings baby cereal across the room. I wouldn't trade one day.