Expectations

As I look around my house and see dishes in the sink and dirty laundry strewn about the floor, I know this is not what I expected it would be like being a mom. I always thought that I'd be the type of mom just like my mom. My mom being the hard worker that she is, always had a fairly clean house. The dishes were always done, the laundry never piled high. This concept was always just something I took for granted. I just assumed this is something moms do keeping houses clean and raising children.

Sure people tell you that this mom business ain't easy, but until you've actually had kids do you really know what they're talking about. You expect some hard work and maybe shed a tear or two when a kid's heart has been broken. You never expect the unexpected. I never expected laundry to accumulate so quickly. I have days where I feel I'm scaling the Himalaya's of dirty clothes, and some how it's gotta be scaled down to at least a small hill. Some how I always thought it would at some point actually end. I never expected to carry out hostage negotiations with a two year old. The green cup with the smiley face handle does not suffice for a drinking cup, only the blue cup with the smiley face handle will work as a satisfactory drinking cup. I also never expected this unconditional love thing. That these kids will love me no matter what. I never expected the unexpected hugs, or the passionate kisses the two year old tries to give me just like daddy. I never expected the insightful thoughts my children would have.

My expectations of being a mother were far from what I ever thought being a mother would be. I'm kinda glad this to be the case, because the unexpected is what makes being a mother the greatest part of all. They don't seem to care how high the laundry mountain is.They don't seem to care that I sometimes feel I have failed them. They just love me for being me...mom.