Our recent trip to DisneyWorld has my mind reeling. I love how a vacation will really help you get perspective on your life. Time away gives us a new lens in which to view our surroundings. I love that. As I walk further along this path of motherhood, I am becoming more aware of what kind of mother I am AND learning to make friends with that woman. She is not my enemy. I don't need to change her or be like someones else. I am learning to embrace her. We can be so hard on ourselves. Can't we? With that being said, I jotted down some recent revelations about the kind of mother I am.
I AM NOT the mom who dreamt of taking my kids to see Disney the day I birthed them.
I am the mom who bought tickets when we rolled into town. "What's the hurry?", says my husband, "it is not like they will sell out."
I AM NOT the mom who bought / made coordinating outifts for my kids to wear each day we were there.
I am the mom who threw last summer's shorts in a bin and prayed they would fit my kids when we got there.
I AM NOT the mom who made sure we did everything at the park.
I am the mom who was okay if we didn't get to ride everything. We can always go back? Right?
I AM NOT the mom that had each day mapped out in an excel chart.
I am the mom who let each day unfold itself. We made loose plans and honored everyone's opinions.
I AM NOT the mom who enforced a bedtime on vacation.
I am the mom who let her 2 year old stay up until midnight at the park.
I AM NOT the mom who dressed her kids in Disney costume.
I am the mom who bought her kids mickey ears even though I am sure my boys could care less.
I AM NOT the mom who spent a ton of money inside the park.
I am the mom who made her kids use their own money to buy toys at the park.
I AM NOT the mom who bought her kids unending snacks and meals.
I am the mom who brought PB&J sandwitches into the park each day.
I am the mom who spun her daughter in the tea cups so hard we couldn't stop laughing.
I am the mom who snuggled with her 2 year old on the people mover interpreting his word-less chatter about all he had seen.
I am the mom that sat with her oldest son as he drove the speedway, talking trash to each car we passed.
What about you? How are you becoming friends with the mother inside you?