Archives for March 2009
blogversations: show and tell
giveaway – get hip to being green
- Blog about it
- Posting my button on your blog.
- Favorite me on Technorati. (the green button on the right hand side.)
its what i wore out: colored tights
While I’ve once before taken pictures of my outfits, I actually consider this to be my true debut.
the one that got away
why we love tv
google adsense, blogversations and reality tv
sister saves marriage
humbled …another word for parenting
There are days I love and adore my kids. And then there are days I envy those I know who are childless.
But, one thing I’ve learned from being a mother, is that I am indeed humbled. If ever I thought I was on top of my game, it only took having children to teach me otherwise.
Humbled, another word for parenthood.
I always knew I was destined to be a mom. In fact I quit Beauty School because I knew my calling was not styling the hair of the rich and famous, but instead staying home and loving on my children.
Then I had them. And then I wondered what the heck I was thinking, or smoking…or whatever. I began to dream of a full time job.
Humbled.
And take T.V. for example. I would never thought I would be the parent that allowed T.V. to babysit my kids. And yet, every morning as I am trying to peel my eyes open…on the T.V. goes, and Noggin takes the early morning parenting pain away.
Humbled.
Then there’s the eating disorder. The disorder of my kids eating basically the same things every day. Chicken Nuggets, Mac n Cheese, Hot Dogs, Grilled Ham & Cheese, yogurt and applesauce. So much for trying to expand my child’s healthy eating horizons.
Humbled.
And of course, having control over my children. I was so sure that mine would never be the ones to sass me or throw a fit in public. Mine would say yes ma’am and always obey. But, if you’ve seen my You Tube video’s….
You know I’m,
Humbled.
There are more days than not that I lose my temper, that I throw consistency out the window, and that I allow things “good” mom’s would never.
Humbled.
Showering every day has become a luxury instead of a necessity, I get excited and dressed up to go to the grocery store, and adult conversation now consists of blogging.
Humbled.
And yet when my son looks at me and tells me I’m beautiful and skinny (I trained him well), and that he loves me all the way to Heaven…
I
am
Humbled.
And every morning when I walk into my daughters room and her cries are replaced with a smile the instant she sees me…
I
am
Humbled.
Humility….another word for Parenthood.
© 2009 “Le Musings of Moi”