Please-mind the gap-I am that kind of mom:

I am the kind of mom that has dance parties in my pjs at noon. I am the kind of mom that steps over the laundry for days sometimes, just to get to the pile of train tracks waiting to be assembled. I am the kind of mom that thinks my kids are some of the best buddy’s I have. I am the kind of mom that lovingly prepares home cooked meals, but also grabs that bag of to go without guilt. I am the kind of mom that is ok with the mess, because sweet memories are being made. I am the kind of mom who instead of always making my toddler slow down, learns to get faster. I am the kinda mom who loves a good adventure. I am the kinda mom who researches and reads a million things, but relies on my gut feeling in the end. I am the kind of mom that is annoyingly involved in all they do, touch, see, hear. I am the kind of mom who graduated summa cum laude and chooses to be home with her kids. I am the kind of mom who actually did love school and anticipates going back one day. I am the kind of mom that dreams dreams for myself AND my children.

I am the kind of mom that was diagnosed with infertility, after four years of no answers. I am the kinda mom that used to ache at the mention of Mother’s Day. I am the kind of mom who genuinely rejoiced at others baby news, while quietly pining for my own. I am the kind of mom that despised taking pregnancy test. I am the kind of mom that experienced healing in my heart through our journey to our babies. I am the kind of mom that loved every unglamorous second of pregnancy. I am the kind of mom who sees my post baby body as a prize for a job well done. I am the kind of mom that sees babies as a blessing, however they come into your heart and home. I am the kind of mom that hopes to lift other mothers up in their silent battles-not tear them down in a game of comparison.

I am the kind of mom that has plenty of gaps. I am the kind of mom that sometimes watches the clock for the bedtime hour. I am the kind of mom that uses tv for a babysitter. I am the kind of mom that gets tired. I am the kind of mom that says no, because it’s good for them, but hard for me. I am the kind of mom that gets angry when I shouldn’t. I am the kind of mom that sets boundaries and standards that are seemingly unfair. I am the kind of mom others may classify as the “mean mom” at times. I am the kind of mom who questions her ability. I am the kind of mom who feels overwhelmed by tasks and children needing me at the same moment. I am the kind of mom who makes mistakes. I am the kind of mom who needs a target break.alone. I am the kind of mom who wishes her coffee didn’t get cold “so fast”. I am the kind of mom who is learning and refining her own heart everyday.

Above all-I am the kind of mom who is saved by His redeeming grace-who wakes up every morning to two beautiful little blessing babies. I am the kind of mom who humbly rejoices at getting to be their mama. I am the kind of mom who gives all my heart, mind, body, and soul to my littles so that they know they are loved, seen, and heard. I am the kind of mom that prays hard and loves big; yes, I am that kind of mom.

Whatever that “kind of mom” looks like for you in this season of life; embrace it, grow in it, cherish the hard and the happy, show up for the show, and remember you are enough.