I like that my kids don't have a stereotype for the perfect 'Mommy". I know the day will come when I will do things that are so 'uncool' and 'old' and they will wish they had someone else's mom. But for now, I enjoy that they like me for me....
They don't notice greasy hair or sweatpants. They don't see bushy eyebrows or spotted skin. They don't care if the voices I make while reading a book make sense with the character I portray.
They just like me...for me.
They don't think I look ridiculous when I dance with them. They don't hear my voice falter when I reach for that high note on their favorite song. They don't notice when the rug needs cleaning, furniture needs dusting and laundry is piling up in the corner.
They love my silly faces. They like my cooking. (most of the time) They want my snuggles. They ask for my kiss. They forgive my impatience. They whisper "I love you."
Today I didn't have to be size 2. I wasn't expected to be 'made up' and perfect. Today I was only and always....me.
What is there to know really? I'm just a woman/wife/mother who desperately needs an outlet of creativity and this is where I landed! Thanks for sharing my happiness, frustration, anxiety and insecurities and feel free to leave a comment or two.