5.14.2018

an honest Mom post

mom and kids flower field

mom and kids flower field

mom and kids flower field

mom and babies in field

family photo shoot in flower field

family photo shoot in flower field

kids and mom photoshoot in flower field

kids and mom photoshoot in flower field

kids and mom photoshoot in flower field

I wanted to be a mom my whole life. It looked like fun. It sounded like fun and I've always loved kids. When I first developed a crush on Fernando in the 9th grade, it wasn't because I thought he would be a great dad, it was because he was hot and I was 15 {being a Big Man on Campus and on the water polo team didn't hurt}. When we reconnect in our 20s and I realized that we were getting serious, the qualities that I saw in him that would make a great dad is what made me fall in love with him, even more.  And on our first international trip to Madrid, Spain and he grabbed my hand saying what a cool name Madrid would be for a girl, I knew he would be a cool dad. 

I now rely on him daily to be a "Cool Dad." He keeps his cool, keeps us all smiling and my children each have such a special relationship with him. He supports me when I am frustrated to tears about these little humans that I had dreamt of my entire life. He supports me when we are late to bedtime because he had a family dance party. And he supports me when I wake him in the night concerned that their rooms are too hot/cold, or we don't live in the right city to increase their chances of getting accepted in every Ivy League. {Yes, this is a legitimate concern of mine.}

While I have made a life and career of sharing everything on this make believe "space" of social media and the world that is blogging, I am trying to be more real, more me and more really me. 

Leeana, the author of BRAZEN, came to speak to our MOPS group last week. She has a great slogan to "Begin Again." That those moments of frustration don't have to ruin your whole day. You can take a breath, take a second, and begin the day again with a better attitude. 

Raising these little humans is a thankless job. While every mom will agree, mine are better behaved than most, I am human. I get frustrated. I am not perfect. And I have no idea what I am doing. I am trying to raise compassionate, globally conscience little humans. I make the best decisions that I think will support this. I try to give them life experiences that build their confidence, show them situations that give choices and help with reasonable thinking. I give them well balanced diets and limit their screen time. I limit sugar and stick to a schedule. I do this not to be better than those that don't make these choices or get a good caption or photo for social media. I do this because I think this is what is best. 

I want my presence on your feed to be positive, inspiring and real. I really love this job. I love my life. And I love being a mom. 

My life isn't perfect. My kids aren't perfect, all the time. But it is perfectly mine. 

Happy Mother's Day to myself. And you. 

And You are doing a great job. You are doing your best. And you are doing your great best job. Mom or not, I want you to feel confident after reading this post. Your super power is that you are You. 

Be You. Be Real. Be Really You. 







photos by the amazing Asha Bailey


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