The good, bad and even the ugly

Being a mom of three very adventurous boys is amazing, mind boggling, confusing and beautiful.

I started this blog as an online memory since my days can blur together in a fog of babies and burping and diaper changes.

I want my boys to know the little details of their childhood and I want to remember the little details of my early days as a mother. I want to remember the good, bad and even the ugly. I want to lock away the toy cars, trains and puzzles so someday when my last boy packs off to college I can sit down alone and we can all be together again.

I lack the smooth flowing poetry of so many others who blog about their families. I lack the time and the creative brain cells to make it something that would send chills of connection down any ones spine or cause me to coin a new catch phrase. Sometimes that intimidates me and makes me not want to write, until I remember that this is about me and my boys not the people who aren't even reading my blog.

I remember that God gave me them as their mother for a reason and that's something to be proud of because they are pretty amazing.

Sometimes I don't know what's harder...being a mother or accepting who I am as a mother...the good, the bad and the ugly. Then I remember, because it's written on a sticky note on my computer, that I am a daughter of God who loves me no matter what. That's all he's asking of me; is to love my children no matter what and allow Him to love me no matter what.

So I'll just be me and they can just be them. I will piece our story together one unpoetical story at a time in hopes that someday it will all come together like a puzzle and make sense. I want to remember it all.