Category Archives: Mom

Ten Reason’s Mom’s are Ninja’s

I’ve realized a few things since being a mom. I’m actually a lot more than that…   1. We wear black a lot of the time and tell people it’s slimming 2. We “have eyes in the back of our head” and ears around corners. 3. We have reflexes like a cat and can prevent…

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You Know You’re a Mom When

I used to wonder when I would feel like a mom. Would it be when my child looked up at me with tear drop eyes? Would it be when I heard her say I love you for the first time? Maybe the first time I softly sang my child off to sleep. Beotch please. Being a mother is…

A Pig’s Ass

It’s been almost six years since I’ve smoked. And when I decided to quit I did it because I wanted to, not because anyone was forcing me to. Also because someone once told me that a woman with a cigarette sticking out of her mouth looked like a pig with a piece of straw hanging…

Becoming My Mother

I glanced over to where my arm wrapped around my daughter while we sat side by side in the chair. My mommy chair. The designated spot where I sit and always have. I looked down at where my hand rested along the side of her arm and did a double take, not sure who’s hand…

The House of Donald

I could see my daughter’s tiny body disappear up into the slide after I’d called her, for what felt like the 50th time, to come over to the fence where I was waiting. My requests were ignored and I swore in my head at the fast food chain for putting the fancy gates around the…

Mean Mom

“YOU’RE MEAN!” Hearing those words for the first time didn’t go like I thought it would, sweet girl. I remember playing over and over in my head the day that you would scream, or squeak, or whisper that sentence because of frustration, or anger and I would let the tears fall. I would because I…

“The Sick”

We’ve been battling “the sick” in our house for what seems like weeks. It’s gross, ugly, and turns patient mommy into frustrated mommy when she is woken up by insistent coughing and cries for medicine in the middle of the night. But no matter how tempted I am to run to the clinic over a…

No Half Assing This

Her face still has baby round cheeks that flush when she cries. She still plays with my hair (or yours) when she’s tired, or needs comfort, and her best friend, her soother, who she affectionately calls “ME-ME” still accompanies her to bed and in the car… or anywhere she can get away with. But as…

Celebrating Milestones: Win a Printable Party Pack from Magic Imprints

My daughter turned three on the weekend. I am overjoyed. This is a big deal for me because when I was in the throws of Postpartum every birthday; every milestone, felt like an ending. I dreaded her first steps, prayed she stay a baby longer instead of saying her first word, and cried when she…

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