So me being the super mom that I am, hardly, and it being Spring break for my kids, I decided to try to do a craft project with my kids and share it with our readers but sadly enough it was an EPIC fail. With that being said I decided to share the joys of my life as a mother of 6 kids. As you can imagine most of my days are full of farts, burps and laughter, usually in that order. I am like a broken record player, constantly telling them that those sounds are inappropriate and that one day when they have a girlfriend or I’m sad to say a boyfriend, that it won’t be funny. I know that one day I will look back and wish that those sounds were in our home, but for now those sounds are a constant.

I know I am not the only mom who can’t wait for nap time or bed time. To be able to kick up my feet and read a book or watch a tv show that I have had recorded for at least a month. I have a to do list that seems to never end. Then add on top of it 4 school aged kids schedules who have dance, piano, gymnastics, and various sports activities along with a 3-year old and an 18 month old, our lives never slow down. Sometimes I just have to shake my head and wonder how we make it through each day. I hope I am like all the other women in the world and feel overwhelmed and need a vacation.

But then I remember those amazing moments in my life when my 3-year old comes up to me and tells me that I am the best mommy or when my 8-year old comes to me with these big ole lips and plants a really wet kiss on my check. When my 10-year old daughter competes in a solo dance competition and all those hours of practice and determination show and you swell with pride.  Being a mom really pays off and you know that even after thousands of diaper changes and staying up late from sickness or nightmares it was all worth it.

It makes me sick to think that I want my kids to slow down growing up most days but then there are some days that it can’t happen fast enough. I find myself looking at them and wondering who and what they will become. If I am doing and teaching them all that I am supposed to while they are in my care. Or if I spend too much time sweating the small stuff and not enough time focusing on what really matters-how much I love them and how important they are to me and their dad. Do they know they don’t need to worry what the world thinks of them and they can do amazing things if they believe in themselves? That because I ask them to be kind to each other and say nice things really is a big deal? I doubt they realize how much I love them and want what’s best for them.

For now I will survive and endure the giggles and arm farts and eye rolls and know that in the end they will grow to be adults. I will survive and miss the laughter and noise running through my rooms. I will survive the hours of dance, sports, snuggles and kisses. I know one day I will miss it all and wish I had it back. I am a mom and there is nothing else I would rather be.