Can I make a confession? Some days I struggle with just being a mom. There are so many thoughts/ideas/plans swirling around in my head that I want to do now.
Some are little: crafts to make, things to learn, pictures to take.
Some are boring: nails to paint, food to eat, laundry to clean.
Some are big and exciting: trips to take, collaborations to make.
But for now most of these things are on hold because there is always someone who needs their mommy. And even though my pride urges me to pursue my selfish desires I know in my heart of hearts that I would rather be here to kiss scraped knees and tickle little toes. I know a time will come when I have all the free time I could want. And I'm told I will miss them terribly. Today I will just be their mommy and maybe after they go to bed I can paint my nails.