Crappy Mom

Because sometimes I feel like a crappy mom.  And when emotion is written all over my face, even my Titan can feel it and he says, "Mom, why I don't make dinner tonight?  I can get the foot stool out and reach the bowls.  Ronan, what kind of cereal do you want?  I might need a little help with the full milk container, but I can take care of everything else".

And then I feel like an awesome mom because I have the sweetest boys.  They love their momma, even when I am not perfect.

How much do we have to sacrifice of ourselves in order to let our children live and be happy?  I thought I was a person before I had children, so why does having children have to be the factor that defines me?  A friend, a sister, a student, a dreamer?  Funny, ambitious, smart and full of life?  Being a mother is a blessing even when the days are long and the nights are longer.  Full of worry about what is best for them and sacrificing yourself because what you want...well, what you want doesn't really matter anymore.  

Wipe the chewed up cracker off of your pants, take the trash out one more time, be a short order cook, put yourself in your back pocket and hope to God you can crawl out of it someday.