When I became a mom I knew my life would change, but I thought the old me would come back once my head came out of the “newborn” cloud.
I thought I would be able to pick up right where I left off. That everything would be the same.
Boy was I wrong.
Lately, I feel as though I need to take a break to stop and look at the person I’ve become since Babes and Buddy entered my life.
Sure, I’m me, but I’m different.
I live for my family. To see them smile, laugh, play, and grow. It gives me more happiness than I dreamed possible. I feel so blessed and so fortunate to have such an amazing family. Life is good and I’m savoring every moment of it.
I love the outdoors. I’ve never been more excited for the spring to arrive than this year. Babes will be balancing on her two wheels, Buddy will soon be running after her, lunches at the beach, hikes on local trails, kayaking in the river, the possibilities are endless and I can’t wait.
Cooking dinner is great, but it’s not the most important thing. Sometimes I say, “screw it,” to the dinner plan so the kids and I can cuddle up in bed and watch Cookie Monster eat the letter of the day. After all, pizza, chinese and sushi are only three nights a week.
Date night. Husby and I began date night four weeks after Babes was born and we never turned back. It was pivotal in helping us navigate the waters of going from two to three and now to four. He’s my husband and my best friend and I wouldn’t want to spend my Saturday night with anyone else.
I’m becoming my mother. She was spontaneous, silly, and full of fun. We still laugh about jokes that are over 10 years old. Yep, she’s that good. And she keeps it coming! But, now, so do I. I turn on oldies and swing dance with Babes in the kitchen some mornings, jump up and down rapping about boogers to Buddy, and have a ball the whole time. Who doesn’t love being a kid again?
And I’ve come to accept the craziness. After the first one, things died down around month 4. We were on a routine, I began blogging, life picked back up. Silly me expected it to be the same again. Laugh now. Sometime last month I came to peace with the fact that my life is permanently insane. My kids nap, maybe, for one hour at the same time. The rest of the time, I’m dealing with “Mama,” this, laundry, “waaa-raspberry-waaa,” and let’s not forget the “oh crap!” whenever I’ve forgotten something important, like Buddy’s six month check-up.
So why am I telling you all this? Because I’m not quite sure my blog will be the same. Sure, we still have the same sense of humor here in H.I.T. world, but it’s different. Things have changed. I’ve changed. And hopefully, you’ll all like the changes just the same or more.
After all, we do.