Mother's Day.

Mother's Day is coming up...like tomorrow. It's going to be my first one. Last year I was very pregnant on Mother's Day, but this time around, I've actually been practicing being a mom. It's so funny, all those things that "old" people would say to you when you were younger, like 'You will become your mother!" or "You'll understand when you have kids of your own" ya know, things like that...they were right. I tell ya, with age comes wisdom. (I realize I'm only the ripe age of almost 25) Sometimes I just need to sit back and take a big deep breath. Take in all the glory of my messy chaotic days. Winn is at the age where he gets into everything, scatters his toys everywhere, pulls the rugs around the house with him--he's at the baby proofing stage. And I love every bit of it. But 9 times out of 10, my house and myself look pretty scattered. That's okay with me though. I've been doing my best to put the phone and the computer away and get down on the floor with Winn, chase him on my hands and knees while he laughs hysterically, help him pull himself up to my knees or my couch, lay by his side and just smell his chubby face. There's things I could post about the hard times of being a mom--where I loose my patience when I really shouldn't, how I don't know what it's like to sleep in past 7am, ya know, those types of things--but lets not. Cause all those things are so itty bitty when I think of all the joy I get. I spend most days laughing my head off at Winn's personality bursting out of him, cracking up at the jokes he doesn't even know he's making. He really is the sweetest little person I've ever known. (Cutest too) The list of things he's taught me goes on and on and gets added to every day. It's not all sunsets and roses, but man....most days are. I feel like I've grown into a whole new person since I've become a mother. And I hope so too. Then you get me around a bunch of my friends at Bunco Night and there I am, loud and boisterous all over again. It's like I'm kept in a cage other something, right? Sometimes I really hate that person. But that's okay, it's a part of me too. My favorite part is my son though. Cause that's exactly what he is--a part of me. He's my brain and my legs and my energy coursing through my veins, and he is certainly my heart. Most all of it. I feel pretty lucky that I get to raise this sweet baby boy. I get to see his feet get bigger, his hair get longer, and hopefully his happy little attitude shine. Sometimes, probably more often than normal, I just stare at him--his tiny tiny toes, his curly mullet he's got goin on, his perfectly yummy lips, and am in total amazement that I grew him! He's all mine. It's pretty dang special and I know I'm nothing but lucky to get to be a mom--HIS mama. So this Mother's Day I'm feeling super special. Cause the little guy that I get to practice mom on, is my absolute favorite. I think I got to pick him. 
Happy Mother's Day to my sweet mother, and all the other sweet mother's in this world, who don't get the recognition they deserve. It's you're day! And you're awesome! Love on those sweet babies who challenge your strength and everything inside you--you're the lucky ones!