The best things in life really do come free. Nothing in this entire world gives me the feeling that my three year old son can. No amount of money or materials could ever even compare.
I dropped him off at daycare this morning at 8:50 which is 40 minutes earlier than normal and didn't pick him up until 5:40 which is 2 hours and 40 minutes later than usual. When I say I feel like the worst mom in the entire world, its an understatement. All day long I pondered thoughts like "I bet he is extra tired today," or "I hope his schedule isn't thrown off since he doesn't go straight outside when he got there." For no apparent reason did I do this today too. How ridiculous am I? I think I have my child way too spoiled or sheltered. Can't really decide. Or maybe it is because that is the only consistency and somewhat of a schedule that my baby has, ever. Well, besides The Clubhouse every Monday night with my family.
I struggle so hard with the life I live and the life I want to live. I think a good mom is someone who is organized, detailed, on time, and on top of things. Do you have any earthly idea how hard that is to do? Well, I do and I wish it weren't. All I want is to be that cute mom that is done up everywhere she goes, with dinner ready on the stove, and a planner that is detailed to the core. Instead, I am the opposite. Yoga pants and the "Pink" collection consume my entire wardrobe, frozen pizzas are sufficient, and I have four planners posted all over my house that all have something different written on them. My mind is like grand central station, 24/7.
I absolutely love to blog simply because I can sit here and go on and on and not feel guilty about it. Life is way too short to be worried all the time. So I express it all here. Being a mom really is the best thing (feeling, opportunity, privilege, gift, blessing) in the whole entire world. And that much won't ever change! Count your blessings y'all, God is so good!
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