I am desperately trying to pretend that I care.
That I care what my house looks like.
What my unwashed hair looks like.
What I will see if I walk to down the basement
as mountains of dirty laundry screaming at me "Wash me!"
I'm trying to pretend that anything matters in this moment
but being who I am called to be right here, right now..
What is it that I am known most for by those that need and love me the most?
Easy. Mommy. Mom. Madre, if they are feeling "spanish"...
or M.O.M. if they are feeling sassy.
I'm trying to pretend that when I look at these freckles
all I want to do is make sure my home looks like a Pinterest perfect home.
All I want to do is blog. Or stare at my phone. Right?
I'm trying to pretend when he tells me about the next gadget he wants,
that all I really want to do is go out and buy myself something cute instead.
I'm trying...to pretend that anything else matters.
That looking cute matters.
But his excitement over his never ending research of electronics or games,
his enthusiasm for creating new videos or writing plays keeps me more than entertained.
He says he is not talented, but he is beyond talented and creative.
I keep trying to make him see it.
I keep trying. I pray one day he recognizes that this eagerness to create is a gift.
And it's simple for me, he is what matters.
As if there is anything in the world that can make me laugh more than she does.
As if anything can possibly annoy me more than her drab sense of style,
as she slips on her giant tshirts and sweatpants every day...
and some days I swear she does it just to annoy me.
Because she knows. Oh she knows.
I beg her every day to put on something cute (as I'm digging rocks out of her pockets)
Even something cute and comfy will do.
But no. She wants baggy and drab. And she walks away laughing at me.
She walks away confident in her style...and just laughs at me.
And of course, I can't help but laugh.
As if anything could make me laugh more than she does.
How could anything else possibly matter?
I'm tempted to throw away the "ugly" clothes,
but I know she would be digging in her brother's closet then.
And this one. She is my bright eyes. I don't even need to find ways to make my world
(or pictures for that matter)
look beautiful & perfect when she is in my presence.
Her bright blue eyes and rosy red lips light up pretty much every room.
That's a given.
Just watching her dress herself up in anything pretty
and stare at herself in the mirror with her giant flower headband
and plenty of added necklaces and bracelets
to make up for her big sisters lack of style pizazz
is what adds a simple elegance to my very normal days.
And those moments where I am not listening intently (and sometimes distractedly) to Wesley...
Or those moments where I am not arguing with Jada about her clothes, and sometimes laughing...
And when I am not helping Leila primp or fix her hair or change her clothes for the 12th time that day...
The moments when I am not doing those things,
I am staring at this kid. Or feeding him.
Or changing his diaper more times than Leila changes clothes.
Brand new to the world.
I am still trying to make him smile even though I know it's too early.
But he just looks at me, then looks around.
He grunts, poops, cries, eats and goes back to sleep.
I'm simply loving him at this point in time.
No fights. No discipline. Nothing too intense.
Just letting him know that I am still his Mommy.
So, if I seem a little quiet.
Perhaps a little preoccupied.
A little distant.
A little consumed.
Maybe a little unmotivated, even.
It's because I am. All of these things.
And as much as I try to pretend I care than I may be coming off that way.
I just don't care. Because right now, I'm just a little distracted.
Too distracted to blog or look pretty or clean my house.
I'm distracted with being the "M.O.M" that these guys need me to be
at any given moment.
And I'm loving every minute of it.
No, seriously. I am.
.....and that's all for me for now.
the little one is awake...and needs mommy.
he seems pretty angry about it.