Super Mom

The First time I met Nay, was at a Blog Conference. She was classy, and kind, and I never pictured us being friends. Not that the rest of my friends aren't classy, it's just that I thought of her as being way out of my friendship league.

Did I dig myself out of that one? Not really. Sorry friends. Moving on.

Nay as it turns out is one of the most down to earth, supportive and friendly people I have ever known. She always leaves sweet comments on my facebook posts, and likes everything. Come to think of it, I guess I do have a couple other friends like that. Maybe that is why we get along so well.

I am honored to have her guest post on my Blog today, and hope you will all pay a visit to her totally inspirational blog Coffee-n-Ink.

"Mommy?!"

{yelled in that sing-song way kids do - from upstairs while I'm downstairs usually}

"Yes, baby?"

"Mommy?!"

"Yes, love?"

{still patient and nice}

"Mommy?!"

I stomp upstairs....thinking, "ugh! why can't she {or he, for that matter} just tell me what she wants. Why do I have to go all the way upstairs? Don't they know I'm busy?"

"Mommy?!"

"Yes, baby, what do you need?"

"I love you."

It's like a jab to the heart, I tell you.

I feel so fricken awful when I'm too "busy" for my kids.  Did you see what I was thinking up there when I stomped up the stairs?

It was "what now?" not "oh, how nice, my kid(s) want/need me"...

I try so very hard to be a good momma.  I feel guilty a lot of the time that I can't be a stay-at-home mom and give them my undivided attention.  I feel bad that I have to work all day and then come home pretty darn tired and sometimes {well, who am I kidding? a lot of the time...} just wanting a few moments of quiet.  Just a few minutes...

And I hate that I'm not full energy for them when I pick them up from their long day at school and after-school care.

I hate it.

But I do the best I can with the cards I've been given. And, my best is pretty okay with them.

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I'm the only momma they've got.  They love me so very much {"so much, my arms twist around, Mommy!"} and I make them happy, safe, loved, cared for...

Bottom line?

I love my kids.  More than I ever thought I could love anything or anyone in this world.  It's amazing. Yes, I get down on myself because I can't do it all. But, you know -  It's okay.  I make an effort.  I try...and that is what matters, right?

So, you!

Yes, you, the momma on the other side of this screen...

You are doing a great job.  Really.

Believe it.

Don't doubt it {and I'll try not to, either.}

Deal?

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