I am different than ever before.
I am messier than ever.
God, I am so tired.
I hardly ever get a real shower.
I am mom.
I’m heavier.
I’m rounder.
I’m saggier.
I have “extra pounds” that I’ve learned to be grateful for.
I am mom.
I’d be lying if I said I never struggle with my body, I have all of my life. More importantly dear, I want to teach you how to love yourself.
I teach you how to love yourself, by loving myself.
That is my responsibility.
I am mom.
My body is incredible.
It feeds you, it grew you.
I am mom.
I am a cook.
I am a teacher.
I am a maid.
I clean constantly, yet rarely?
That makes total sense to me, because
I am mom.
I am your comforter.
I am your protector.
I am mom.
I am warmth.
I am peace.
I am love.
I am mom.
Most importantly my dear, I am your mom.
I will be here anytime you need me, with open arms, because baby, I am your mom.
When you are ill, when you are cold, when you are hungry, when you are scared. I don’t care what time of day or night, I will be here. I am your mom.
I will hug you, kiss you, and love you with everything I am until I am no more, because I am your mom.
I’ve been blessed with the most important job I’ve ever known. I will guard it and I guard you with everything in my heart sweet daughter. I am your mom.
Let’s not forget Daddy. He loves you with everything he has as well babe, but there are moments that he has placed you in my arms and said, ” I love her and I want to soothe her, but she needs you sweet wife, because you are her mom.”
There will come a day when you don’t want me like you do now. I will hold on, through tears, to every sweet snuggle and take comfort in the times you’ve
told me “love you,” because I have to be strong. I am your mom.
I’ll be there, no matter how near or far, when you have babies. I am your mom.
I will love them. I will listen to you and respect the way you love them sweetheart, because you are their mom.
I have an open wound in my heart that can never be healed, because I am mom. There is an indescribable love that I feel, that can never compare to anything, ever, because I am mom.
Thank you for choosing me, honey. I am so blessed and so grateful you’ve given me the opportunity to be the most wonderful thing I’ve ever been.
Your mom.
I spent the first 4 months of my baby girl’s life trying to figure out how to get this sleeping baby off my lap and off of my chest, so that I could clean, cook, etc. Until.. I realized that I was being fueled by what I thought I SHOULD do, not by what I felt was right for us. As I write, I have my sweet 1 year old sleeping baby on my lap, attached to my chest and I couldn’t be happier. I will never forget how she feels lying in my arms. Her breath, her sweet coos. The cleaning and the cooking are always there and they seem to get done. Thank you God for showing me that acceptance is the answer. Happiness is the result.
Mommy Got Her Groove Back 