Thank you!

August 24th, 2010

My grandmother always told me to be thankful for what I have, sometimes its not easy but here it goes…Thank you for early mornings, explosive diapers, constant whining, and the occasional puke that somehow always lands all over me. Thank you for the ability to clean my house just to have it totaled again 5 minutes later. Thank you for a boyfriend who will allow me to get the bathroom clean just before he takes a crap in it. Thank you for moutains of laundry, piles of dishes, finger prints on EVERYTHING & for my children/boyfriends ability to spill something on the floor or walk through the house shoes on with mud all over their feet right after I’ve cleaned it. Thank you for stretch marks, an audience while I use the bathroom and sleepless nights. Thank you for constant questions,stories,noise,etc and never a moment of peace & quiet..I might get bored withought it! Finally thank you for my family. Life gets rough and being a mom has its ups and downs but when my kids reach out for me, give me kisses and hugs & tell me they love me more than candy. Thats what makes life worth living ๐Ÿ™‚

Changes

August 20th, 2010

If I looked in a crystal ball 3 years ago I would never have believed that the life I’m leading today would be my reality. Sometimes I don’t even recognize myself, it’s like I went from kid to mom in the blink of an eye… When I found out I was pregnant I knew that my life was going to change, I knew it wasn’t all about me anymore, but I never thought that I would go into mom mode so quickly and I never thought that I’d be the last person I’d think about… I have always been the type of person that thought about others, who was always there to help my family or friends, I was a shoulder to cry on, a good listener, but I usually expected something in return. Lets face it, I was a naive and sometimes self centered fifteen year old, so basically I was like any other kid. But it amazes me how all that changed the second I found out I was pregnant, and even more so after Lucas was born. Lucas is my world, all that matters in my life is that he’s safe, happy and healthy. I guess before I had a baby I never expected that something could take precedent over my needs/wants/feelings/etc.ย A lot of the things that I thought were important to me before are now things that I couldn’t care less about or that I just have no place for in my life. I thought I’d die if I didn’t get to watch my favorite show, I would get pissed at my parents if they didn’t let me stay up late or go out with friends. Back then I didn’t have any real responsibilities, my priorities included working, school, homework, and friends. But now every single one of those things has taken a back burner. Yes I want to do well in school, yes I want to work hard and make money so I can give my child everything he wants, yes I want to still have somewhat of a social life, but when it comes down to it Lucas trumps all those things. If I couldn’t go to school or couldn’t work or could never see my friends again I’d be okay with that, as long as I had my son.

Another change I’ve seen in myself in the past few years is that I’ve totally become my mom! Whenever I was in trouble as a child and sent to my room I’d always say to myself that I’d never be like her, that I’d never do this or that to my children, that I’d be the coolest mom ever and never yell at them or punish them, blah blah blah. And sometimes during a fight, in the heat of the moment, I’d say something along those lines to my mom and she always laughed. She had to have told be a thousand times “wait until you have kids”, and “what comes around goes around”, but being a stubborn teen I never listened and I completely believed that I would be so different… Well, all I can say is who’s laughing now? I am EXACTLY like my mom!!! And in the past few months as Lucas has gotten his own personality and started being defiant, I have thanked God (and my mom) that she was the way she was and she raised all of us the way she did, because she taught me how to be the parent I am today. Sure I don’t want to do EVERYTHING the same, but hey, she raised six of us and none of us are too messed up, so she must have done something right, right?

YM Blog Contest Results!

August 20th, 2010

Our summertime days have just flown on by and I have enjoyed seeing all the wonderful blog posts that have been added here to the YM Blogs. It is so fabulous to have so many different mommies contributing and adding their voices – we get to hear such a great cross-section of young moms, who have lots in common but also lots that is different from each other.

Our YM Blog Contest wraps up today and I’m just thrilled to be announcing our two winners today, so I’ll get right to that now! ๐Ÿ˜‰

Our runner-up prize, selected based on the young mom who posted the *most* (in blog posts and comments combined) is… Kayla! she is a young mommy of 2 from Atlantic Canada. Kayla, I can’t wait to send you the Summer Fun Pack I put together as a prize – I’m sure you and your two munchkins can still get some enjoyment out of it for the rest of our warmer days.

Every comment and blog post was also one entry that counted towards the *random*draw for the big prize, so in total we had 29 entries! The number that was randomly generated for us was #2, so in my list that I had made of blog posts and comments, that number points right at our 2nd blog post… hmmm, who was that who posted the 2nd blog post??

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So the winner of our book giveaway – who will get a brand new copy of What to Expect When You’re Expecting is…

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Life

August 15th, 2010

99% of the time I live my life feeling beyond blessed. I have been extremely fortunate in my life. Things always seem to fall right into place, even when things seem to be a mess, it always comes together. My husband is the man of my dreams, I have beautiful children, a great relationship with my first sons father, an amazingly supportive family and friends who I trust. What more could a person truly want?

1% of the time I feel regretful. Wondering what my life would be like if I hadn’t gotten pregnant at 15 years old. Who would I be? Where would I have gone? I see my friends moving away, living on their own, discovering themselves and I feel jealously. I close my eyes imagine my life in a big city far away from here, an independent women and I long for that.

Flash back to reality. I found myself holding back tears the other day after I had settled Malik down from a tantrum during a therapy session. Even though these tantrums are a very rare occurrence I found myself thinking “is this really my life? I am only 20 years old” and then the guilt for even thinking such thoughts sets in.

Do we all feel this way? Are we always longing for something that will never be? Even if its only occasionally? Even when we have absolutely everything we ever wanted, the grass is somehow always greener. At least every once and awhile ๐Ÿ˜‰