No two children are ever alike.
No two mothers are alike. Amen.
No two stories will ever be alike.
When they are still, which will be rare, take a picture.
There is grace to start over again. At 8:30. 8:40. 8:42. Well, you get that picture too.
When kids clean their room all clothes immediately become dirty clothes. Trust me, you’ll find them in the laundry and then at that point those clean clothes are truly dirty clothes.
It’s normal for the back of your vehicle to look like this during October.
Laundry becomes a source of discussion between you and your friends. It will be called Mount Washmore, the enemy, and the bane of one’s existence. By the way, what is your strategy?
The days when you need coffee the most will be the day you have no way to get coffee.
What works for one child won’t work for the next. Think you got potty training down? Think again.
Sleep will just be a distant, and lovely, memory.
Hold those sleeping in your arms babies just a minute longer before you attack the to-do list. You’ll remember that, not that the to-do list was completed.
Tshirts from Target make acceptable and appropriate Target shopping attire. Important note: While shopping at Target don’t wear a red tshirt. With khaki pants. Ever.
Construction sites by your home become an unbelievable gift. And break.
Juice, milk, food, or anything of comparing value can equally be poured into separate containers with children watching who need to make sure that absolutely everything is fair and equal.
Instagram becomes your family scrapbook. (I love instagram. like love. Find me -> finding_joy
Shoes become a nemesis. When one is late there will always be, and I repeat always, one shoe mysteriously missing and you will spend precious minutes searching – under couches, in the closet, in rooms, in the car, by the back door, downstairs, in the kitchen, anywhere for that shoe.
Instead of counting to ten you skip count to one hundred. Twice.
When people ask you what do you do you’ve learned to just smile.
What you do – stay at home, work, work at home, work part time, etc… — that stuff doesn’t define mothers.
Always keep an emergency stash of chocolate in two places. Make the second place the emergency supply for when the emergency chocolate is gone.
The plastic cups from Ikea are your go-to beverage holder choice.
Your phone will have preschool apps on it.
Sometimes you just need to laugh.
Teaching them to ride a bike requires training for yourself – in running, not tripping, catching, and letting go.
Actually, most of motherhood is a journey in letting go.
It’s really really letting go when you let them drive the teeny cart.
That’s so not fair are words you hear in your home everyday.
You multitask like you were on steroids.
Tag removing from clothing becomes normal.
You have pinterest boards specifically designed for cleaning difficult things. Like permanent marker on laminate flooring. Don’t ask me how I know about that one – like perhaps coming home and seeing the entire floor covered in permanent marker drawings.
Saying I love you is a daily, and most important, thing.
Saying I love you is so easy when they’re in bed sleeping looking perfect.
Remember that motherhood is really a brave thing. Don’t question that. Celebrate it.
You can get coffee with your bff with children that are unruly and still look perfectly calm.
The words I’m hungry, I’m starving, I’m actually really hungry, can I have a snack will also be frequently heard.
Even though there is a great deal of apparent hunger what you made for dinner will not be the solution.
You will spend many many many hours discussing snacks.
Did I mention that the words no fair will frequently be heard?
A break often consists of a trip to Target or the grocery store by yourself.
You know that motherhood is a gift. Most days.
Little things matter. Always.