I am M.O.M.

I am M.O.M. but what does that mean? It means that I am, I do, I protect, fight against, fight for and provide for my seven children in (but not limited to) the following ways:

I am M.O.M 

Mover of Mountains

Master of Messes

Monitor of (the) Madness

Mascara out Macaroons (in)

Memos overtake (family) Meetings
I am M.O.M 

Mustard on Mattress (yes really)

Make-over Master

Monday  O.M.G.(it’s) Monday

Marathon of Movies

Motivator of the Marvelous  

I am M.O.M 

Mounts of Mismatched socks 

Math or Madagascar  (which do you think will win?)
Memories overtake  Moments  

Maker of said Memories 

Monsters over  Mermaids (most days)

I am M.O.M 

Markers on Marble (floors)

Maker of Menu’s

(Timothy) McGee or (Doc) McStuffin (My one hour of tv)
Mickey  or Mortimer(mouse)

Makes occasional Mistakes
I am M.O.M 

Master over Misery (give them a shoulder to cry on)

Mystery of Mildew (don’t ask just clean it)

Mac-n-cheese oldstyle Meatloaf
Misunderstood often  Mocked 

Mom or Myth 

I am all of these things and more. Some days I feel like I can take on the world with a baby on one hip and a toddler on the other while making dinner and washing dishes. Other days it’s all I can do to get through my 1st graders homework without clawing my eyes out.  But it’s ok. Moms don’t have to be perfect. Our kids will not remember if our house was spotless or if we had pizza two nights in a row. Our kids will remember us being there for them when they had a problem, when they needed advice, when we spent the afternoon chasing monsters instead of cooking a big dinner. They will remember the moments we make with them.  Don’t let your moment slip away. Make time to be a M.O.M.

From our beautiful chaos to yours go be the best MOM you can be