I’ve got nothing. As much as I try to come up with something super creative and interesting, my thoughts always come back to my little munchkin. And why shouldn’t they? I spend pretty much every one of her waking hours with her; that combined with her quirkiness and passionate personality are bound to give me plenty of material to work with. I find her fascinating, but I sometimes hesitate to write every single personal post about her because, well, I fear I might bore some of you. And, maybe I do. But, what I’ve come to realize is that this is my life, and I love it. If I’m honest, I used to be so adamant that I wouldn’t be one of “those” moms, who only could talk about their kids, whose discussions centered on which diapers they liked best and how nap time has become such a battle. What I didn’t realize was that “those” moms could talk about other things, they certainly had the capacity to do so. They, and now I, just choose to talk about our kids because they are who we love and who we spend countless hours watching, caring, loving, praying, laughing, worrying, and thinking over. There are more faces to me than being a mother. But, this aspect has so enriched my life. Motherhood brings out the best, and yes, even the worst, of so many of the other facets of my life. It’s only natural for me to spend so much of my energy concentrating on the little person who has bettered my life in so many ways.
I won’t lie to you though, I’m not necessarily this lovey-dovey everyday. That’s why I have to write these things down, so I can remember that I do love being a mommy, no matter how many times today I’ve applied diaper rash cream to her poor, red little bum. More times than not we find ourselves bored, and I don’t know what to do to entertain her. I feel like she is always hungry and never satisfied with what I give her to eat. Surprisingly, a fallback nowadays is my home-made guacamole, which is pretty bangin’ if I do say so myself. I don’t know if avocados are a fruit or a vegetable, but I know it’s good for you so I’m happy she will eat it. You see? This is the mundaneness of my life. Guacamole and raw butts. But again, why I must write to remind myself. I’d rather have mundane than stress. I try and remember every day that I have to be grateful that I have a healthy daughter, that I have a daughter at all. So much can go wrong, and yet so much has gone right in my life. What have I done to deserve this? To be so blessed? Nothing…funny that this post about nothing has actually turned into something. That’s usually what happens when I stop trying so hard
She probably won’t like me for this when she’s older, but how could I resist?!