Whenever I plan to leave the house the first thing I think about is, I wonder what mom is doing? My mom is usually the first call in the morning and the last person I see other than D and the kids every day. What would our life be without her? I can’t even begin to imagine how miserable I would be if I didn’t live close by or have her in my life. Sometimes while we’re grocery shopping or on one of our many weekly Target runs someone will stop us to see the twins and they will mention to me how good it is to have my mother around for help. They have no idea. Mom not only is my main baby-sitter whenever I have to work, edit or run errands she has also helped us on the regular by cooking, cleaning, laundry and anything else you can pretty much imagine I am supposed to do on my own. Mom can’t stay still so while I tell her to just watch the kids and RELAX (like that’s even possible) she’s already prepping my dinner and sweeping the floor. I don’t know how she does it… all that energy at her age is unheard of. So when it comes to following her example, boy do I have big shoes to fill. Mom does it all and more. And I am over here feeling like I am being tugged in every direction loosing control. How does she do it and more importantly, why? As a teenager I didn’t understand. As a wife with no kids I still didn’t understand. It wasn’t until I became a mother myself that I now understand my mother fully and appreciate everything she does on a much higher level. Being the super-woman that does it all is not an easy thing. So much of your day is routine but somehow it is never the same. Just today I have already mopped the floor because the kids went ballistic with breakfast, showered them, dishes, answered a couple of emails, edited, blogging and as soon as I finish this I will be out the door to run a long list of errands… with mom. Moms do it because not only do we have to but because we love those mess making little monsters. I am still my mother’s mess making monster. She still feels the need to feed me and my babies and help me clean up our messes. It’s a cycle for us that just grows as our family grows.
The life of a mother never stops. Even when Matthew and William grow much older I hope I am there to help out in whatever they need me to just like our moms have. I don’t know if being a grandma is anything like being a mother because I’m a bit too young for that, but I’m sure its a whole lot of the same. Your babies will always be your babies and their children are an extension of them. That’s the way I see my mom and mother in law behave around the boys. They are me when I am not there. And for that my friends, I am truly blessed. These two women will step in and cover my shortcomings in a heart-beat. I cannot express my gratitude to them enough and I won’t even try because I know that I’ll fall short of what I want to say. So before I get all emotional talking about what my mother means to me (must do so in another post one day) I want to share pictures from this past weekend. I was scouting for the mini-sessions this upcoming weekend and I brought along the kids and the grandmas.
Five minute dance break! William usually brings down the house when we do this. Matthew is a bit more reserved. I wonder if years down the road it will be the same… Will asking all the girls to dance while Matt sits and watches.
I love it when he cracks up so much that he swings his head back just like I do. Seeing pieces of me in them makes my heart swell. I’ll never get tired of watching them laugh and giggle… especially when they do it together. Because if you didn’t already know, William’s favorite person is Matthew and Matthew’s favorite person is William. No one makes them laugh as hard as each other.
This fallen branch was carried around the whole time we were there. I let them roam free and pick up sticks, throw leaves, collect pinecones and if you didn’t notice, I was barefoot the whole time. This is how we are at the house and our yard most of the time. If it wasn’t because of the pinecones, they would of been barefoot too. I know I’m set to raise tough wild boys (don’t let their clothes fool you) and one day their wives will thank me. I want them not to be afraid of getting dirty or scratched by branches. Bold enough to pick up worms, frogs and loving enough our house becomes a home to all the stray dogs of the neighborhood. Living in the city doesn’t really go along with the kind of lifestyle I would want for them, but we will make the best it while we are here. D and I talk so much about moving to the mountains… maybe one day we will actually gather all our chicks and take off to somewhere only we know.
Thank you mom for helping me snap these of myself with the kids. It means so much to me to have memories of how we played together while they were almost two. While I was still able to carry them. I hope you all have a great rest of the week! As a friendly reminder, Mini-Sessions are still available as a last minute gift or just because. I won’t be holding this special again for another year, if you would like to reserve your spot click here.