Not One of Those Moms!

I think it's safe to say that most girls imagine the type of mother they will be long before they grow up and have children of their own. I was no different; in fact, since I got married later in life I had a longer time than most to ponder on this topic. By the time Benjamin was born, I had a pretty clear idea of the type of mom I wanted to be.

So how is it that I have become one of those scatter-brained moms who calls all the children by the wrong names, leaves the keys in the front door all afternoon, and overdraws the bank account?? (All hypothetical situations, of course.)

It just seemed to happen.

Instead of wearing perfectly coordinated outfits, my little ones are running around outside in Darth Vadar costumes, tutus and gum boots.

 

Instead of well-balanced, nutritious snacks, my baby is allowed to snack on plastic toys that are clearly not for children under age three.

 

Instead of polite, mild-mannered children, I have raised two pirates,

 

and today I've actually hit an all-time low, leaving the housework to little Alaina while I update my blog (she does look like a house elf, though, don't you think?).

 

So, I guess it's a good thing I did marry a little late--what would I be like with six or seven little ones to keep track of?

Yes, everything happens for a reason. . . .