Growing up my older sister and I nannied together in the summers. She was always a magnet to the kids. They loved her and respected her, and I learned many of my nannying/babysitting ways from her. She had a love for all things little boy. I, on the other hand, seemed to always have my hands tangled in little girl hair and crafting up a storm with pink paper. My sister would say, “I hope I have all boys when I’m a mom!” I would laugh and say, “Not me! I want all girls!”
You guessed it. My sister is all grown up now and has three sweet little babes of her own, all girls. And I too have grown up and am finally a mom to my own two babies, both boys. Funny how life likes to mess with us like that, huh?
The one and only Queen Adventurer and author of this blog, Kelsie, happens to be my older sister. My name is Tessa, and although I live across the country from her she is still my go to on all things kid, play, and learning related. She always has to remind me that, “no, your child is not trying to see if he can single handedly make you check yourself into an insane asylum by asking ‘What?’ approximately 537 times a day. He is simply a 2 year old.” Then I proceed to ask, or maybe beg, her to tell me how to make it stop.
One of my favorite things about my big sis is how she can be one of the most fun and magical moms out there, while also being completely down to earth and realistic. The other day I hate you I love you was playing on the radio, and our mom said, “I really don’t get this song.” Kelsie smiled and said, “What do you mean, that’s how I feel about my children every day.” To remind you of the lyrics, they go like this, “I hate you I love you, I hate that I love you, Don’t want to, but I can’t put Nobody else above you”
I have never really listened to the whole song, but the chorus was meant for motherhood, and I still laugh whenever I hear it. It can get real rough real fast, but no matter what those little nuggets do we still love the guts out of them.
Proving her teenage self wrong, Kelsie is smitten by having all girls, and she is so good at it. I feel the same about my boys. I am just as obsessed with fire trucks, monsters, and superheroes as my three year old. I never knew being a mom of boys could be so fun.
Motherhood has filled me up to overflowing. Most days I am overflowing with joy, laughter, and love. And then there are the days that leave me asking the ever present question, “Am I doing this right?” accompanied by tears of frustration and guilt.
(letting him lick the frosting spatula could be controversial, but I am going to go ahead and call it a “right” 😀 )
Writing has always helped me to see things more clearly. When my sister asked me if I would post some of my motherhood musings on her blog, I said yes because if I have learned one thing in life it is that no matter how alone I feel, there are usually about 150 other women feeling the exact same thing. Lately it seems social media has made motherhood a contest. I truly believe that motherhood is a journey in which all the choices come down to listening to your heart and remembering that all our kids come packaged, inside and out, completely different. Making a contest out of motherhood would be like asking a bird to swim, a fish to fly, and a snake to jump, then judging which did it best. The most wonderful advice I ever received upon becoming a mom was, “Advice is advice. Take what feels right to you, and leave the rest.” I hope you will do the same with my little musings.