If you had told me fifteen years ago that I would be living the life I am now, I would have told you that you were off your rocker. I was going to be super woman. I was going to perfectly balance a fabulous career, a perfect family, and a perfect house. I was going to rule the world! And, what happened to that 20 year old's plan you ask? Stretch marks. That's what...
I am the mother of three boys. A 12yr old comedian, a 10yr old mad scientist, and an 8yr old that is all boy and slowly making my hair turn gray. My career is something that I let go of long ago and our house is loud, messy, and full of boy humor. In my world I balance a constant stream of potty jokes, a laundry room on the verge of exploding, and the schedule of a 5 people running in opposite directions. On days that everything goes according to plan I can fit in a run and shower but, most days I end up having to choose one or the other. The perfectly coiffed super woman of my youthful fantasy exclusively resides somewhere in an old dusty scrapbook.
No. My life is nothing like I thought it would be. It’s so much better. Different, but better. How boring would my days be without the laughter, the boogers, and the love. Yes, amid the piles of dirty socks and underwear the boys like to hide in their dressers (gross!) and the knock down drag out fights that break out over who ate the last cookie (as if I will never make anymore), I live a life full of love.
At the end of the day I would change nothing about my life (except possibly hiring a laundress. I really hate laundry). And the honest truth is that my boys make me the super woman I was planning to be, stretch marks, gray hair, and all.
(I wrote this post when I was asked to be a guest blogger. It was originally posted on We Believe Blogs.)