I am a Dreamer & I Will Not Apologize

I am a dreamer, and I always have been.

I have always been drawn to those who keep an evolving vision to match their continually -expanding hope for success. Those who keep their dream safe and protected from negative thoughts that could potentially taint it. The ones who work hard to acquire the specialized knowledge & to develop the talents to see that dream manifested. They know not to even acknowledge the fleeting setbacks that keep coming full force. They learn to love failure, because it’s known that with every seed of adversity brings with it, an even greater seed for success. These people spread love and encouragement everywhere they go, and are capable of cultivating genuine happiness for other dreamers working toward their own vision. These are MY people.

What’s difficult for me is connecting with your average pessimist.

 

Only seeing the daily struggle, and therefore only FEELING the daily struggle. These people lack the creative capacity to even imagine their life as any different than it always has been. They often poke fun at the dreamers for thinking they can be successful, and may not even know what failure is like, because they’ve never taken the risk of appearing foolish for trying. They hold back praise for others’ accomplishments, because for some in-explainable reason it’s a let down to see someone else happy and successful.

While we can’t avoid these people I do think it’s important to learn how to co-exist while protecting that fire within ourselves. I’m a huge believer in the idea that if I take care of my mind, my attitude, and watch the way that I talk to myself- then everything always finds a way to work itself out.

Failing Motherhood

I wrote this about a year ago, and decided to share on here as well.

For any mom’s currently feeling even the slightest bit inadequate, I have some confessions for ya!

Today I caught my 7 month old daughter chewing on a tire pressure gauge, (that had somehow gotten into our living room toybox).

Similarly, a few days ago, my 4 year old son found a chicken tender in the back seat of my car- and shoved it in his mouth before I could wrestle it away.

Last week, he forced me to chase him around the porn section of family video.

Today we had spaghetti for breakfast, spaghetti for lunch, and spaghetti for dinner. (And I only washed the dishes AS I needed them.

And to top it off, despite my RELENTLESS efforts to teach my daughter to say ‘mama’, today she FINALLY said her first word…

Yes. You guessed it. ‘DADADADADADADAAAAAAAD.’

Most days I feel a day late and a dolla short in the parenting department.
The next time YOU find yourself relating, please remember this is what it’s all about. And you are not alone.

Motherhood Is…

Motherhood is…

Being yelled at because you flushed your four year old’s poop, before he could say goodbye to it.

It’s changing 2 shitty diapers within 5 minutes of each other because the baby wasn’t finished.

Receiving approximately 72 headbutts to the nose during each child’s life.

Pretending to be civilized in the park (and succeeding!)until your offspring decides to hop up onto any available platform, and start pissing a pretty picture into the concrete.

Motherhood is having an embarrassingly long list of stories involving bodily fluids.

It is relating to that mom at the grocery store pushing a cart and a stroller by herself while trying to tame 3 hyped up kids and simultaneously grab all the groceries she needs.

Motherhood is feeling the same level of excitement for a new $8 Walmart coffee pot, as you felt for the brand new subs you blew all your graduation money for when you were 18.

Motherhood is, owning not one stain free outfit.(But who am I kidding? I couldn’t pull that off even if I was kid-free.)

Motherhood is so many things. Stressful. A learning curve. Beautiful. Exhausting. But most of all, it’s pure entertainment.