Motherhood by definition is the act of raising a child. When Patty asked me to do a post for this series I thought I would write something well put together and eloquent. Something that captured motherhood in all its perfection and glamour. Then I remembered, motherhood is not well put together. Motherhood is not eloquent.
Hi! I’m Stephanie, writer of the I Literally LOLblog and wiper of the poopy bottoms.
I never would have thought that a monotonous cycle of laundry, dishes, stinky diapers, discipline, and sleep deprivation would bring me so much joy. No, I’m really not crazy . . . or at least not certifiably. Ahem.
These are a few of the thoughts that ran through my head as my daughter entered Pre-K this year.
As she furthers her education my husband and I will be faced with even more questions regarding the path we believe is best for her. We will weigh our options between a public and private education, zoning and districts, teachers and testing, and so much more.
We know that our educational system is far from perfect, but one thing I’ve never had to wrestle with is wondering IF she will have the opportunity to learn. Sadly, this is not the case for everyone, and this is where CARE comes in.
Hey there! I’m Hannah, wife of 8 years to Jonathan and mom of two boys named Evan and Porter. Yes, I proudly wear the “boy mom” label. Something I never would have imagined. I grew up with a sister, took dance classes, loved makeup and dress up and Barbies. I had no real knowledge of little boys or what that entailed.
Live. Laugh. Love. It wasn’t until I was in my early twenties and after my mother passed away that I heard those three words together. I was going through her jewelry box and found a small silver pendant made of those sweet words. It became my motto, for lack of a better word. Ten years later I became a mother of triplets. Those three words became even more important. They are what motherhood means to me.