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 As this doctor once said to me and as I have read, and to many other mother's out there...."You really don't have these babies for just a couple of months, you have them forever...if you're happy, then they are happy, and if you're fine, then they're fine."

How true it is, and amidst all the chaos going on around us, trying to keep a smile on this face of mine, seems next to impossible.      But it is amidst this chaos when you are doing you're household duties, that you drop that damn broom, put down the dishes, and get on the floor and build that Lego "whatever" you have been promising your child you would do all morning.      You turn off your CHUM FM and stick in that teeth-grinding "Farmer in The Dell, ABC, Ring Around the Rosy" CD and sing your heart out with your children.    Yeah, I've growled and meowed and pretended I was a baby.     I've pretended I was the gas station attendant filling up the banana-seat 2 wheeler.     (garage sale $3..I couldn't resist and he doesn't care)    You have to do it.   Have to.     I swore when I made the decision to have children that I would do my damnest to be  the best mother I can be.      With little to no regrets.......I have seen it happen so often with some of the older generation around me.     Poor them...all those times they should of walked to the park or read them that book, it's kinda hard to sit your 44 year old on your lap trying to read him Fish out Of Water.....  

When it comes to work, yeah, so what, I am a server,(a darn good one to boot), and I made the decision to stay home with my sons until they were in school full time.      A huge majority of women that have careers dread making the decision as to weither or not they will have kids or not.    Thank goodness the mandatory maternity leave is one year here, you have the chance to spend very good quality time with your child and it gives you the opportunity to check out your options for post-maternity leave child care.     Don't worry, they'll live.     It's harder on us mother's than it is on the children, it's just as bad as making the choice to finish breast feeding......jeeze, you'd think we were feeding the lil ones poison after our precious breast nectar.     They're fine.      This work timetable works perfect for me....the most I miss is 3 hours out of their nighttime  schedule...so what....gives them time to be with their dad.     They need that time together as much as I need it with them, I think 11 hours straight is suffice.   You?

Maybe this blog or whatever you want to call it is just part of me saying to those mom's that read this, or you dad's or soon to be....my goodness....if you can't take the time for them.....don't have em.     This is "Motherhood in the age of anxiety"    

I so hope that when my boy's are 20, they will be able to look back and say how happy they are that they had a great mom, and dad for that matter, that did the world for them.    Mind you, a mom, that still kept her self image up to par, didn't let herself go, kept in good shape (yeah the wine is good) and was energetic enough to chase them all over the bloody place this summer.      Considering, we had a fantastic summer.    

One more thing, I always remembered my mother bitching about how whenever she got on the phone, we would pipe up right away and want her attention.   ?  I often wondered what she was talking about.....OH, I know now..... Being the only one out of my friends with children, they would call and hear my son's screaming murder.     I would say, honest, they were quiet just a moment ago....that's why I called you, sorry, I better go.     Blood pressure 160 over 70.     Count to 10 and relax.     It's too early for wine, Aim.    lol

A few girlfriends mentioned that calling my house and hearing the "goings-on"  (as my mom would say)  was enough birth-control for them....."thanks Aim"    Yep, anytime.     That's when I hang up that phone and crawl on the floor and make those vroom vroom sounds with my boys and their cars.        You grin you bear it and you love them fully, completely.

"Don't just get older, get better.   Live realistically.  Give generously.   Adapt willingly.   Trust fearlessly.  rejoice daily and love your children."

Motherhood in the age of anxiety - Working Mom's Guide - MSNBC.com
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