If you read my blog regularly, you probably have this image of me in your mind--that of Lola's mom
who takes her little girl to the library every Tuesday and reads her stories before she tucks her in at night.
And while that image is true (we do go to the library a lot and we read a heck of a lot of books together), it is only part of the picture.
The one where no matter what I do or how hard I work, there is always someone (or two someones!) working just as hard to undo all that I have just spent minutes or hours doing. (Cleaning the house, folding clothes, picking up toys, etc.)
Just like Sal's mom, I sometimes send off my kids to pick blueberries on their own. So far, they have not run into any bears, but it's still early in the game. :)
Being a mom is hard.
And completely and utterly exhausting.
But despite all that, motherhood is the best and most rewarding job I've ever had. And getting their little hugs makes all the hard moments worthwhile.
What storybook moms do you most relate to?
(two images above from We Were Tired of Living in a House.)