I always knew I wanted to be a mom. From the time I was little – I loved kids. That feeling continued throughout my life.
When I got married, I just knew that there would be kids in my life. When I was pregnant with my first son, my family was very nervous about it because my family had a history of miscarriages. I was 25 and very blasé about the whole thing. I felt like a teenager does – “It will all be fine – of course…. What could go wrong?” Luckily – things went fine and my oldest is now 19.
My second child came with a little more concern. Again – I felt like I was infallible and of course things would be fine, but when I was 7 months pregnant, my water broke. My second son was born 2 months early with a 2 small holes in his heart. Even though he was early, he was 6 lbs. People couldn’t believe that he was 2 months early. After about 2 years – the holes in his heart healed and he is now 15, very athletic and taller than his dad!
My last child was more of a surprise… I had always said I wanted four kids and my husband said “No – two kids”. I thought we should compromise and have three, but he still felt two was ample. Well – we went on my sister’s honeymoon cruise and now we have three! J
My daughter was born after being at the hospital for only 20 minutes. I was pregnant with her the longest and she was the quickest to come. She is now 12 (almost 13) and the princess of the family.
Being a mom is one of the hardest things I do on a daily basis. Trying to be all things to these people… trying to take care of them and yet let them do their own thing to learn what is expected of them out in the real world. I hope that I’m teaching them to do the right thing and not make the same mistakes that I’ve made.
Some days I feel like I’m doing a great job. I manage to get the house clean, get some laundry done, and make a great meal. Other days, I feel like I’m failing miserably. The house is a mess, the laundry is piled up and it’s “Fend for yourself” night for dinner.
I know I’ve done something right when I get home from work to find the table set, dinner made and candles glowing… One of my kids has made me a candlelight dinner! Its times like those that I know that my parenting can’t be all bad.