I was just driving home from what seemed to be a total "FAIL" of a movie night with highlights such as: Lucy dropping her pacifier on the movie theater floor...never to be found again.
2 boys sooo scared (The great and Powerful OZ was too much for them) they either watched the movie turned backwards with hands over ears... or out in the hallway.
Spending most of the movie taking kids to and from potty breaks and popcorn refills...
and last but not least a HUGE blowout right before we headed home...leaving Lucy covered in poop clear to her hair...and riding home in just a diaper.
Something kind of miraculous happened tonight though...I just rolled with it. I guess I have always just kind of rolled with whatever comes with kids...you have to right? But this time it felt so natural. I didn't feel like I was faking it or anything. I didn't feel totally defeated either.
I remember sitting in the halls with a crying Aubrey and feeling so overwhelmed and stressed. I don't know if it is because I am in my PRIME years or if you just adapt...or maybe I was just in a good mood...but seriously I wasn't fazed. I climbed around the floor of a dirty...yucky movie theater with my cell phone for a light...searching madly for a pacifier to ease Lucy to sleep. When I couldn't find it...I chuckled. I rolled.
Later as I sat in the hallway with Spencer I thoroughly enjoyed his dreams of having a "titamium world" so it is "super strong!!!" and "no bad guys could ever destroy because it would be so HARD." Lucy's lack of a nap...whatever! She'll survive and so will I. I rolled.
Even Weston being super scared of the movie. Before this would have made me feel terrible. I would have felt guilt. You know ladies...MOM GUILT. When you feel like you make mistakes all the time. Instead, I found myself thinking how ironic it was that my first scary movie was the Wizard of OZ! Oh how i hated it...and now his was pretty much the same. He'll probably have nightmares too...oh well! He'll survive. As did I.
As we walked to the car...Spencer chatted on about how he knows with a "super power boost" he could easily swim "across the whole ocean." Weston explained the movie got better and Aubrey thanked her brother for staying with her till the very end. Lucy pooped like Lucy does and I changed a diaper that would have made most people vomit....and I survived. Dirty hands and all...I rolled!
As I drove home I called Jake to have him hurry and pick up a pacifier (that was the last one) so Lucy could go to BED as soon as we arrived home. My kids sang to the radio and I felt...GREAT! It was weird. This is a weird post. I guess I just wanted to document how much I am enjoying motherhood lately. I still get stressed. I still want things to be perfect and for the kids to "hurry" sometimes....ok, lots of times. But overall I am enjoying these days. I feel happy to be a MOM. I am living my dreams and happy to do it.
I am grateful for the little moments to get to know my kids better. I love EPIC FAILS almost as much as perfect nights. Fun times.
My mom always said a quote...so I looked it up. It was Ralph Waldo Emerson"That which we persist in doing becomes easier - not that the nature of the task has changed, but our ability to do has increased." She always talked about this when it came to parenthood...motherhood. I am grateful I have persisted in doing that...being a MOM. Don't know how great I am at it..but I rolled.
I didn't even get a good pic. Who cares!?
