Being a Mom

I’m still learning how to do this mom thing. If another more experienced mom would have told me at 20 yrs. old what all I was getting into, I probably would have thought they were exaggerating ๐Ÿ™‚

Last evening we were home, and I was out of lunch meat, eggs, or anything else that I often have for a Sunday supper, so I decided on soft pretzels. The kiddos all wanted to help make them. I wanted them to be able to help, but the neat freak in me was cringing inside. “Please keep the flour on the island”, “are your hands clean?”, ”ย roll up your sleeves, they are covered in flour”. And then the fighting began, and I forgot to grease the wax paper I put them on, and they looked they were all made my 4 yr. olds. Sigh. And then they were coming out of the oven, and Dale came in, and as fast as 1 pan came out, they were soon devoured. I didn’t count, but I would say it made 20-25 smallย pretzels. I got 2. Which is reasonable, but the pregnant mommy wanted another, and they fought over the last one! Needless to say, I was perturbed. Being a mom means servanthood, and I really struggle with that sometimes.

Being a mom means sometimes we let the messes go to do something more important. Like write a blogย post. Ok, kidding a little, but right now my house is messy, and I chose to write instead. And this morning I felt a bit lousy, and Jenna wanted me to play a game with her. I so often choose the wrong thing, but this morning I played with her for 10 min., and she was so happy. Taking time for our children is always a good thing. It’s just not always what we feel like doing. Again, being a mom requires serving.

Being a mom means you are a walkingย wet wipe/tissue/burp rag. Got a booger, give that to mom. Snot nose, her clothing will clean that. Sticky mouth, wipe that good on mom’s outfit. It works great ๐Ÿ™‚

Being a mom means that we clean, and wash, and bake, and cook, and discipline over and over and over again. Because we love them. And sometimes we do it while feeling very unloving. At least I do. But love should override feelings. Sometimes that selfish nature comes out, and apologies need to be made. And sometimes we need to give ourselves a pep talk, and change our attitudes. But love serves, even when it’s hard.

Being a mom means you make a great pillow, and your bed sleeps better than your children’s beds. And there’s always room for one more ๐Ÿ™‚

You are the boo boo kisser, the dishwasher, the cook, the nurse, the story reader, the referee, the taxi driver, the cleaning lady, and so much more.

And guess what? Sometimes being a mom means we can do what we feel like doing. Within reason ๐Ÿ™‚ And tonight I felt like making these, because baby wanted someย chocolate ๐Ÿ˜‰20160208_194810These are so easy! I may have shared these before, but since I don’t remember, and I feel too lazy to look back, I’ll share again.

I make 1 brownie mix (9×13), bake at required temp, throw on marshmallows to cover and put back in oven for another minute. Cool a bit. Mix 1 cup chocolate chips andย 1 cup peanut butter, and melt together. Add 2 cups rice Krispies to chocolate and peanut butter mixture, and spread on top. And eat with a glass of cold milk ๐Ÿ™‚

To all the moms out there, hang in there, take a deep breath, and keep serving your families. It is a high calling for sure. And if you’re not a mom, I hope I didn’t scare you from it ๐Ÿ™‚ Because it’s so worth it, every bit!

And now I have to take a breath myself, a very deep one,ย and referee a big fight happening here ๐Ÿ™‚

9 thoughts on “Being a Mom

  1. Cheryl says:

    I made soft pretzels last night too. I have to remind myself that if I want them to learn to cook or bake, I have to let them “help”. Jackie especially loves to be right where I am, and I feel like I am scolding her so often. I am right there with you in this stage of life. (except for the being pregnant!)

    • Sometimes it would just be easier to do things ourselves, right?๐Ÿ˜Š But you are right, because they need to learn. I’m sure our moms could say a lot about us too๐Ÿ˜‰

  2. I get it. Every bit of it. From feeling selfish, to cravings to being the referee. Sometimes I am just tired of giving all the time but the next time it’s not a problem when you hear a little “I wuv you!” from the one squished in beside you.

    Those bars!! I made them once and they were a detriment to my middle. Now I want them again and I don’t even have a baby to blame. ๐Ÿ™‚

  3. Sometimes I see the moms who can do it so well, so seamlessly, like they LOVE to be needed every minute and I wonder, “Why not me? Why can’t I be that?” It seems so unfair. Parenting has taken more patience and energy that I ever imagined. It’s comforting to hear the struggles of other moms, so thanks as always for your honesty.

    • I know exactly what you mean, Monica! I always envy the moms who seem to have it all together and are so calm and patient. But I’m sure they struggle too. May God bless you in your motherhood role!

  4. Haha! YES to the wet wipe/tissue/burp rag! Oh, does it ever get annoying! Like my son will literally go out of his way to find me and wipe his nose! I am so amazed. Is it too late to teach him better habits? He’s almost 3.
    I hope you and baby enjoyed those bars!

    • It’s don’t think its ever too late to teach better habits ๐Ÿ™‚ I guess we just have to keep reminding them, because I still correct my 10 yr. old on his manners pretty often. Maybe boys are worse? ๐Ÿ˜‰ And baby and I did enjoy our sweet treat ๐Ÿ™‚

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