We Are Moms Hear Us Roar

Wow, it's been a while. I have been really busy with writing corporate blogs and magazine articles so I am using that as my excuse. I suppose I could update this blog every now and then but, honestly, all of my efforts are geared towards promoting corporate clients. It isn't that I don't have a lot on my mind. It isn't that my life isn't full to the brink of overflowing. I just don't have time. I've started writing in a journal. Not everyday lest you think I am on top of things. But there is something comforting about the written, not typed, word. Writing things down with a pen on paper is superbly cathartic. 

I know I just posted a blog. But you should know that picture was taken months ago and I just now clicked post.

I have finished all of my work duties for the week so I decided to take an adventure over here and write something that doesn't require accuracy or forethought. You see, this blog is my refuge. I highly doubt many folks actually read this and that is okay by me. I swear.

Maddox...sigh

Patton...Baby Blue Jay

When did I become a mom? When did I become responsible for two of the most delightful people on the earth? When did my heart become so full? I often ponder this thought throughout the day. It is almost inconceivable to me that I am now responsible for the lives of two little ones. Sometimes it hurts so much that I don't know what to do. 

Children are gifts. They are miracles from above. Don't let anyone tell you otherwise.

If you stay at home. If you work outside the home. No matter. You are mom and that matters. I hate the "mommy wars." Seriously, shut it down. Stop. Quit judging. The majority of us are simply trying to do the best we can and divisiveness does nothing but set up a tug-of-war that no one will win.

So stop.

Quit judging.

We all love our children do we not? And isn't that the most important thing?

We are women. We have desires apart from our kids. That doesn't change after childbirth. I know I do and I have fought so hard to suppress them that I ended up wandering in a desert of my own design. Call me crazy but I think our kids need to be witness to our passions whatever they may be. As a mother of boys, I want them to know that strong intelligent women aren't rare. They are real. They are just around the corner. They are desirable. These women can be found in a variety of contexts from academia to retail. 

Maddox, Patton, and my love Michael are my life. I write. I dream. I run. I ponder. I even love a great lip stain and Lancome mascara. All these things and make up the facets of my life. I am mom hear me roar. So let's put the pettiness aside for just a moment and marvel in the creation of our children. Let's acknowledge that, in parenting, varying roads can lead to the same end.

Put your swords down ladies.

Relish in your roles.

Love your children.

Love yourselves.

If you don't, who will?

Maddox and a Camera

Maddox Took This

Pardon me for the outright self-portrait.  I am not one for selfies.  But this picture was taken by my 2 1/2 year old.  He is fascinated by cameras so I let him have at it every once in a while. 

And this is what he sees.

Me.

I have spent a large portion of my life crafting a me that everyone would find acceptable. Am I nice enough? Am I kind enough?  Am I giving enough?  And I smart enough?  Am I thin enough?  Am I enough... But kids have a way of cutting to the heart of the issue.  They are primal.  They are needy.  They don't judge a book by its cover.

And this is what he sees.