Mom Disclaimer

The Mom Disclaimer was created as a response to a hectic, moody week.  I thought of all the ways I could best describe this wild ride and how all the joys of raising babies, comes with many bad days and many non-smiley faces.  So as a public service to all, I have created a disclaimer on behalf of all supermoms for any bad day behavior and the wrath that may come from it.  

As moms, we are....

1. Superhumans - The brains and mechanics behind every healthy, happy and functioning child comes in the shape of a heavy hearted mama.

2. Not Perfect - Having said the above, we may or may not eff it all up. 

3. Speeding through time - Therefore, there is no time for drama.  

4. Emotional creatures- One, two or five babies later, our hormones have been tampered with, and left fragile. Tread lightly, they say. 

5. Multi-taskers- I once nursed my newborn son while pumping on the other side...while eating lunch and checking emails.  Really. 

6.  Over-achievers-  In the world of parenting, you don't just want to get it right.  You want your kids to learn from you first hand how to desire, work hard and attain.  

7.  Crazy- All joking aside, it is truly impossible not to be nutty.  

8.  Holding on to the past self- This means, that some of us have traded in party nights & Vegas one too many times for 2pm Batman parties with bouncey houses.  But every now and again, we want to take a shot of tequila and dance for blisters.  Like the good 'ol days. 

9. Constantly dreaming- It is in our being to dream big.  Always.

10. Happy to be here- Because this is what we whole heartedly chose to be.  

At any given moment, one of these could simply be describing the nature of a women.  But only a mom lives this to be true on the daily.  

You have been advised. 

Last Sunday.

Any day is a good day to celebrate.

But last Sunday, as it has for the last five years, it was an especially good day to be a mama.
This past Sunday, I split my day in three ways, taking into account time with my own mom, my mother-in-law and lastly, myself.  And it was perfect.

Because on days like this Mother's day Sunday, I am humbled.

I spent my morning tightly holding on to tears of gratitude as I stared at my grandmother's grave with my mom and babies by my side.  I thanked her for all that she's left behind and all the love she continues to send from a world away.
In the same knotted-throat kind of moment, I thought of how incredibly lucky I am to have my own mother.  In all of her beautifully flawed ways, I love my mom [And that may just be the greatest understatement of them all].

The afternoon was spent at the park with my boys, all three of them. And I soaked in the vision of two baby boys and their hero, named dad.  Like most moments in my last 5 years of motherhood, I promise to never forget this: the sight of the three running, chasing, catching and hugging as if it were our last day on earth...together.

By the time dinner came around, I was surrounded by the beautiful women that are my in-laws by association but immediate family by choice.  We talked of all the greatest things that unite us, the babies that made us into these crazy, happy, proud mamas/aunts/nanas/godmothers. 

And as I layed in my bed, trying to cuddle with the little beings that started this journey of mine, I reflected on said day. And how right it felt to be me.

Which leads me to the moral of this post.  As it is more than the love that I am submerged in on Mother's Day and any other day.  It is deeper than the loss of one love and the rebirth of another.  It is more than the little moments that I promise to take with me to the other beautiful place.

It is about accepting how effin peachy life is with a little bit of notice.