I was raised with a very strong work ethic, all thanks to my mother. As a single parent, she often worked not only one but often three jobs just to keep us afloat. They may not have been her dream jobs but she did what she needed to do for us. The magnitude of her commitment as well as her unwavering determination to succeed as a mother has set the bar very high for me. Her acts of love and examples of how to take on challenges are something I will always be grateful for.
If there’s something I’ve learned since becoming a mom is when a fever hits your child try not to panic. Monitor it, but don’t panic. Let their bodies do what it’s suppose to and let that fever kill off as much of the virus as it can. So what do I do when a fever hits my babies? I go into panic mode. Call the doctor. How far is the emergency room mode.
Prior to having children I remember witnessing a child’s tantrum in a public place and thinking, “Those parents need to get a better handle on their child!” Cut to me with a two year old who has no problem throwing herself on the ground at any given moment. Sometimes all I can do is just throw my hands up. And now my heart goes out to “those” parents.
I recently searched “mothers guilt” to see what other moms are worrying about these days. I wasn’t too surprised when Google came back with over 15 million results. So yeah, it looks like a common thread, it’s real, and I have it. One theme that is on a constant loop in my head these days and you may remember that I have blogged about it before.
I take Mabel to preschool a few times a week for a few hours. When we make the drive I have a pretty solid playlist that we love to sing our hearts out to. From The Beatles to R&B to the 80’s to Disney soundtracks. But once I drop her off I change that playlist, quickly.