They Will Always Be Mama’s Boys
Some nights I just stare at our boys as they sleep side by side next to me. They’re mama’s boys, and I wouldn’t have it any other way.
A long day followed by a sleepless night is never fun. It wasn’t the first time this has happened to me, but it was the first time I made sense out of the madness I had been going through.
As a full-time mom and blogger, I have to sit myself down sometimes and try to make sense out of what matters most to me. Many of the other moms who have started a blog as well said it’s been their outlet. A way to add a little “me time” in their day. Let’s be honest, as exciting as a blog may be, it also includes having to maintain it. If you turn it into a form of income, then you’ll be working during your “me time” as well.
That’s when I realized something. Regardless of how many things I throw on my plate, I need to remember one thing: my family comes first. I know I’ve said this to myself a thousand times in one month, but lately, I’ve been able to put it into practice.
Working from home doesn’t mean you shut the door and say, “Mom’s busy” whenever your family needs something. It’s like that meme when a parent goes to the bathroom and there’s a little hand reaching beneath the cracks. It really does happen, and you learn to just breathe in and out because if not, you’ll go insane.
A Kiss Solves Everything
After a 12-hour shift, Jeff arrives like a knight in shining armor — well, in slacks and a tie — and kisses me as soon as he gets to walk into our home.
Of course, the kids have already tackled him because they missed him all day. I may not be as enthusiastic as our pup when Jeff walks in through the door, but I’m excited to have relief. No more talking to the baby and trying to answer 101 questions from our three-year-old son.
It’s not just Jeff who has the kissing power. I have it, too.
After spending all day kissing boo-boos, I’m exhausted from making sure our eldest understands that running around without a care in the world will eventually cause you to get hurt. No matter how much something hurts, if I kiss his elbow, he smiles and is off to play.
I know it won’t always be this easy, but I know in my heart that things will fall into place. We’re doing the best we can with the resources we’ve been given, and the lessons we’ve learned from our own experiences.
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