(oh you know..just hanging out on all the unfolded laundry…)a beautify spicy rub for grilled pork chips this month and the children gobbled it down- WIN). But the "seeking assurance" part held me back. I don't need the Internet to tell me that I'm a good mother. I don't need comments on a blog post to convince me that my choices are valid. I don't need a blog's portrayal of an incident to color it in my own mind. So I held my words inside and sorted them for myself.
(my sanity might have taken a slight hit with this)
(You reap what you sow…unless you have toddlers who dig up the seeds two hours later)
(yes, that is a booger under Addison's nose. YOU try keeping three wiggling noses clean every second of every day)
(Test #1….is your first thought "OMG I CAN'T BELIEVE SHE FEEDS HER BABY SWEET TEA????!!!" or "Cutie. Bet there is an awesomely snarky story behind this picture."
If you read- could you occasionally leave me a comment? A "Hey- I promise you're not throwing words into an empty Internet hole. I hear you!" type of thing. Each comment means so much to me, and I vow to become so much better at replying back to them so you know that you have been heard as well. As a stay-at-home person with a husband in a crazy busy season- I NEED WORDS that aren't highly emotional screams, followed by a tantrum/ possible discipline scenario/ or distraction technique to hide greater toddler evil. Please.
If you read and really enjoy a particular post- could you share it (or even just like on Facebook)? In all my spare minutes (okay seconds) I have been working diligently on a bigger writing project on having a child with special needs that I hope to share with you all soon. In order for my teeny tiny little voice to be loud enough for this project to get out- I need your help. I feel selfish to ask you to share my work, but I truly feel that writing about special needs and some of the issues that my project covers is bigger than just me. So I beg you for your help.
(My idea of a photography success: in which her head is now turned and you can no longer see the booger)
(Test #2- Are you immediately drawn to the mismatched socks with the thought that I am a mother who can't keep up with laundry….or a progressive thinking mother who likes to switch things up and keep sock matches away from BORING.)
Now if you will excuse me…I hear little a little voice calling for Mommy. Break time is over.