Why Growing Up is Hard as a Mom

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Today my daughter went to my girlfriend’s house to play with her twins and be watched by their nanny. She hadn’t gone in a while due to scheduling conflicts so I was worried she would cry pretty hard this time. I prepped her that I would be leaving and she would reply with ‘bye mommy’ and I said ‘yes, but I always come back to get you, right?’ to which she would sweetly say ‘yes’. I braced myself for today because leaving my crying child, even if it’s just for a few hours, breaks my heart. I know she’s okay, not in any danger and completely safe but it’s still tough.

When I told her it was time for me to go she said ‘bye mommy’ and blew me kisses. She didn’t cry or pitch a fit. She was okay, in fact, she was more than okay! I turned around and walked out so fast because the tears were streaming down my face. As I drove home crying a smile hit my face and I realized with great joy and some sadness that my baby girl is growing up. She’s growing up so fast while at times I feel like I’m standing still (even though the grays in my hair and stiff muscles in my body tell me otherwise!).

I never thought being a mom would actually be so emotional. I didn’t realize the incredible love and joy I would have for this little person. I still feel like I can’t fully put it into words. But what I do know watching her growing up is hard as a mom. I am proud yet fearful, excited yet nervous, happy yet sad and with every joy comes a little sadness as I see how independent and amazing she is becoming. God gave us the beautiful gift of life and we get to watch and help mold our children to become something incredible all the while knowing one day we’ll have to let them go. One day we’ll have to set them free and hope everything we ever taught them sticks.

Every other night I read my daughter ‘On the Night You Were Born’ and try my hardest not to cry. She’s too young to understand these feelings I’m having and I don’t think ever will until she has children of her own. I finally get all the things my mom had told me for so long now that I have a little one (I love you mom!). I have visions of the future and think about my daughter getting married and how at some point during that special time I will read again to her or somehow incorporate ‘On the Night You Were Born’ so that she knows heaven truly ‘blew every trumpet and played every horn on the wonderful, marvelous night you were born’.

I love every moment I get to spend with my baby girl and wouldn’t trade that for anything in the world. She is happy, she is safe and she is SO VERY LOVED. Growing up may be hard for me as a mom, but watching her is one of the most incredible gifts I will ever be given.

Finding Balance…

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You and I….we don’t live in the same world. You work out in the real world. I work from home. You’re gone all day, interacting with adults and discussing worldly things while I’m home trying to entertain a toddler and figure out if or when I’ll have time for a shower. You day is busy, filled with meetings and continuous conversations and at times, even stressful. My job is busy, filled with play time, meals, nap time struggles and our ‘little miss independent’ exuding herself in that exact manner.

You come home and you’re exhausted (rightfully so). You have follow up emails to do or you want to go to the gym or sometimes you just want to be left alone. When you come home, I’m exhausted too (rightfully so). I want to talk and hear about your day. I want adult interaction. I also desperately want a break. I want to pee in quiet and not here ‘mommy’ for five seconds. I want to lay on the bed and take a nap! I want to go to the store alone and feel freedom for an hour. When it’s time for our daughter to go to sleep, you get to unwind while my work is only continuing. I know I chose this path of work-from-home-business-owner/mom, but it’s tough. Our worlds are different. They collide because of our daughter but at times feel like passing ships in the night and I miss the connection.

I don’t always understand your daily struggles and you don’t always understand mine. We share and we love but maybe not as much as we used to. I’m married to you, but at times I feel like we don’t even live in the same world…yet we do. It’s just about finding the balance to do so.

Things change when you kids. Things people never really talk about or maybe are too afraid to say. No one wants to admit they don’t live in the bubble they portray on Facebook. No one wants to share the hardships, the arguments, the tears. No one wants to show vulnerability or imperfections. No one wants to say their marriage at times can be tough when it is. Well I’m saying it. At times, my marriage is tough. At times, we struggle. We argue, we get upset and we even yell.  I’m not proud of it, I wish it didn’t happen but we are human and far from perfect.

We have great days. We have amazing days! There isn’t anyone I would want to spend the rest of my life with. But that doesn’t mean it’s not a challenge. That doesn’t mean that it’s not work because it is. Raising children and being a wife are two of the hardest jobs I’ve ever had and they are non-stop. There are no vacations, there are no sick days or personal days with these jobs. These jobs are 24/7, give it all you got, smile when you want to cry, drink enough coffee to make you functional, do your best to keep everyone alive (completely child related) while still trying to feel and look sexy (completely martial related) jobs. When you’re a mother and a wife you’re never a quitter, you just can’t be.

I’ve been a working mom and a stay-at-home working mom. There are pros and cons to both. There are things I miss and would miss in one situation over another. But what I do know is I’m working to find the balance. I’m working on figure out running a business, being a mom and being a wife. I’m working to make sure my husband feels important, loved and supported. He does a lot for our family and that shouldn’t go unnoticed. I’m also working on not making myself crazy but being home all the time. That can be a challenge!

We don’t have to be passing ships in the night though. Maybe we can be ships traveling together that veer off at different points but always meet back up and continue on. No matter what your situation is, never stop communicating how you feel. I’m lucky my husband lets me share so much, just like he’s lucky that I do so much🙂 ha!

My Last First Date…

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Seven years ago today I went on my last first date. Around that time, I had been going on a good amount of first dates. I had been in a series of serious relationships prior to and fed up with they way they dragged on for years only to end in heart break. I really just wanted to find the person I was to spend the rest of my life with and decided if the first date wasn’t a hit, I was going to try and make something happen.

My now husband and I spoke on the phone for a few weeks before our first date (which I fearfully canceled a few times). The conversations were so great I worried it would end up like all my other recent first dates….in disappointment. However, I had a small amount of hope that maybe this time would be different. I was caught in the middle of hopeless romantic and negative Nancy. After my second cancelation I’ll never forget him saying over the phone, ‘Renee, we are going on this date.’ We rescheduled for the final time and I went on my last first date.

It still feels like yesterday. I remember impatiently waiting for him. He hit traffic and texted me he was running a little late. I was nervous, excited, scared and filled with so many emotions and then he walked in. We were already Facebook friends so I knew what he looked like. He smiled and walked towards me and I melted. I knew this was it. I’m marrying this man. Sounds silly, cheesy and totally cliche but it’s true. He smiled and I fell in love.

We didn’t even order dinner yet and he was already asking to see me the next day. We spent the next two weeks together and by my birthday (August 20th) he told me he was falling in love with me. He was it. He was the one. He’s still the one.

Now, we are married (celebrating five years at the end of the month) with a toddler and a little baby boy (!) on the way. Our journey isn’t always a fairytale and we definitely have our moments but oh do I love this man. Even when he drives me crazy I still just love him so much. I love him not only because I chose him but HE CHOSE ME. He didn’t have to marry me. He could have married anyone, but he picked me. He fell in love with me. I am far from perfect but he never tells me that. He only builds me up. He reminds me what a great job I’m doing and how proud he is of me. He tells me he loves me and he shows me. He makes me better.

Isn’t that the hopes for one another as spouses? To make each other better? To want to be better? To give the love we want to receive. To do things because we care without the expectation of something in return? Marriage isn’t easy…then throw kids in the mix….WHOA….marriage just became a whole new ball game…but sometimes it’s nice to go back and remember the reasons you fell in love. Remember why you both say YES!

I would never want to experience this life with anyone other than him. The good times, the bad times and everything in between…he is ALWAYS there for me. Seven years ago today he stole my heart, and I’m so lucky he’s never let it go. I love you MPD. Here’s to us….

Today I Let Go…

Today I let go (a little). I stepped out of my comfort zone. I did it. Don’t get me wrong, I sobbed, but I did it.

I’ve been blessed to be able to do my business from home and prior to that have only family watch my daughter while I was working. It’s such a blessing that I would never take for granted. Many people will love your children but in my opinion there is no love like that of your family.

However, a part of me felt like I was depriving Emma a bit. She wasn’t getting a lot of interaction with other kids. I worried it was impacting her speech. I worry a lot. Don’t all moms?😊

So, I made the decision to take Emma once a week to my girlfriend’s house. She has a sitter I adore who watches her almost 3-year-old twins while she goes to work and was kind enough to let me bring Emma into the mix! We’ve had many play dates and Emma is comfortable with them. She’s also been around the sitter before too but never without me in sight.

Today I had to leave. I had to let go so Emma could grow. I will be honest in saying I sobbed all the way home. Did I traumatize my child? Did she think I abandoned her? What did I just do? A million questions ran through my mind. I felt terrible.

My girlfriend whose house Emma was at reassured me its new and scary for both Emma and I but once Emma adjusts it will be a great confidence builder for her. I have no doubt it will be. This will help prepare her for any future day care or school she begins. I just wasn’t prepared for the emotions that came with it. The emotions that my little toddler is growing up so fast. The emotions deep in my heart that are so strong I can only explain it as a mother’s love.

I love my child. I love her so very much. In a world of constant chaos, let us try to remember to love. To really love. Time is the enemy, not your neighbor. Our children will grow up in the blink of an eye. Did we spend the entire time complaining or enjoying? Be grateful and thankful for your blessings.

Slow Down…

I heard this song the other day on the radio and lost it. Ironically, I was driving to pick up my daughter from my mom’s and couldn’t help but cry. I would say it’s the pregnancy hormones but I cry a lot so I don’t even think I can use that excuse!

My baby is two. I can’t even believe it. I can’t believe how quickly the time has gone by. It’s amazing to reflect upon how much she’s grown and changed and now seeing her as this ‘little person’. But as the song says…

“It’s all too fast…..let’s make it last a little while, I pointed to the sky and now you want to fly….I am your biggest fan, I hope you know I am, but do you think that you could slow down…”

I realize only two years have gone by but as a new mom it seems like it’s flying too fast for me to keep up. And a part of me doesn’t want to keep up…I want to hold onto these moments forever. I want to keep her tiny and in my arms for as long as I can. I want it all to slow down…

Life is fast. It’s more fast paced than we know what to do with it. Think about how impatient you get when your browser doesn’t load quick enough or someone doesn’t answer your call after the first or second ring? We are so impatient! I think back to the moments in my life when I wanted everything right then and there. I wanted to go to this school or be married at that age or live in that house…I wanted all these things for myself and I just couldn’t slow down.

I am blessed and grateful for this life that I do easily take for granted at times. And now, as I wake up tiny voice of my daughter saying ‘mommy’ each morning, I realize why patience is everything. I can’t slow life down, but I can definitely stop to enjoy the moments. There’s so many things in life to worry and wonder about, but sometimes you have to just let go and enjoy the precious gifts right in front of you. I can’t tell you what tomorrow holds or what the future will bring, but I can say that it’s nice to slow down and enjoy ‘the now’.