Confessions Of A Mother

I confess...

That I hide food in the cupboard that I don't want to share with my kids. At any given time you may find chocolate, candy, and other snacks hidden high and safe. I tell myself it's to help keep them healthy.

I'm not as interested as I look when they tell me all about what's happening in their video games or books. I love that they're excited though so I smile and and nod in all the right places so they'll keep talking.

I've gone to the store to buy the kids clean socks because all of there socks are dirty. I've heard I'm not the only mom who's done that.

I don't share my drinks with my kids. I know how much they backwash.

I don't really want any more gifts of candles, picture frames, or lotion. But I keep every little card that they make me in a box by my bed.

I go to bed every night worrying if I'm doing a good job raising them.

I go to bed every night vowing to do even better the next day.

Every time one of my kids has a birthday I feel sad. Sad because I know I'm closer to having to let them go.

There are some days when I dream about getting away for a while. But just driving to the store with out my kids makes me feel incomplete.

It annoys me when people refer to motherhood as a "job". It's a blessing and a gift.

Most of the time I don't like to homeschool but I love having my kids home with me everyday.

I confess that being their mom is my highest honor.

I could never do this without the help of God.

A letter to my children

All the morning sickness and labor pains were worth being able to finally hold you.

My stretch marks are a beautiful reminder of the miracle of being able to carry you.

All the sleepless nights and endless feedings were moments of bonding that I will always treasure.

Every meal prepared, mess cleaned, and lesson taught, has been my honor.

I will always be willing to listen to your stories, worries, and dreams.

Every day spent at home with you is not a sacrifice, it's an opportunity.

When you laugh, my hearts sings with joy.

When you cry, I'll always be here to comfort you.

Your needs will always come before my own.
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I will never turn my back on you.

You are perfect in every way.

I look forward to you sneaking into my bed at night.

I love the way you smell.

I love the way you sing loud and off key.

I love your toothless smile.

And when you are grown, as hard as it may be, I will let you go.

You are not a burden. You are a beautiful blessing from God and I am so thankful and proud to say that I am your mother.
  

Unique DIY Mother's Day gift for $10

I have this blog scheduled to post over at The Poop Whisperer on Wednesday but I'm giving you peeps an advance screening :)
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While looking for a gift to give my own mother on Mother's Day I came across this idea.

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When I pinned this idea to my Pinterest board, it was re-pinned 314 times!! Looks like I'm not the only mom who loves these homemade gifts :)

This kit is selling for $39.95 but I knew I could do it cheaper. My total cost was around $10 after my Michaels coupon.

Supplies:

Directions:

Have your child paint their canvas with the finger paint. *We did two coats of paint*

When the canvas is dry, paint your child's hand with a contrasting color...

And help them press their hand on the middle of the canvas.

Write your child's name/age in the corner of the canvas.
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With the extra canvas, I had a friend (who has really nice handwriting) write this sweet poem.

Sometimes you get discouraged because I am so small. 
And always leave my fingerprints on furniture and walls.
But every day I'm growing. I'll be grown some day.
And all those tiny hand prints will surely fade away.
So here's a little hand print, just so you can recall
exactly how my fingers looked when I was very small.

Time really goes by too fast. Before we know it they will be grown and out on their own. Well unless they move into your basement and claim they have "squatter's rights."

I love the way this turned out. Soooo...I think I'm going to keep it for myself. I'll find my mom another gift :)