All that you are, all you’ll be.

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 A letter to my bear.

Looking at you now in this moment, with your hands that look to be even too small to properly grab a hot wheels, with your gold flaked eyes that look at me like my hugs could cure cancer; I know all you are and all you’ll be.

I know that you will be an earth quake; a force to reckon with. A beautiful disaster that could tear apart the strongest of cities but would be a wonderful new beginning. 

I know that you are marvelous, you leave everyone you meet in puddles over your infectious sunshine spirit. I know that you are antsy and curious and you thrive on the warmth of your mama. 

I know that you are intelligent, I know you will continue this thirst for knowledge. 

I know you will love fearlessly and without regret the way we always have. I know you will be tender most days but strong in a storm. 

I know you are the most welcoming baby I’ve ever been blessed to know, and I know you will keep the trait for all your days to come. 

I know you love your frigid mornings in the mountains. I know you will be curious of the roaring evenings of the sea.

I know all that you are, and all you’ll be. And I cant wait for everyone else in this big huge galaxy to learn all of you too. 
Forever your biggest fan,

Mama 

Isaac won’t be “one of the boys”

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You can hear it anywhere at any time, “boys will be boys.” It seems to be thrown around all the times now days; even worse it’s being used as an excuse. 

He makes fun of a girl because she talks funny; “boys will be boys.”

He took inappropriate pictures of her while she was passed it drunk at a party; “boys will be boys.”

He snapped her bra strap in class while she was working in front of him; “boys will be boys.”

Wake up! This isn’t some phase that they grow out of. It’s not them acting out to get attention. It’s not them being mean and terrible to a girl because they like them. It’s not “boys being boys.”

I know that I’ve said I’ll raise my son to be a faithful loyal man, which I will, but I will spend hours trying to teach him, and pray for him that he never becomes one of the boys. 

Isaac will be a gentleman, he will be kind. Because hate and vulgarity is never something you’re born with, it’s something you’re taught. Now I’m not saying he will be a saint; he’ll stumble and fall and make mistakes I’m sure, but he will be raised to know women are his equal. And yes that chivalry isn’t dead. He will learn to open the car door, to protect her, to comfort her. Because in high school boys may act like boys, but it can only be an excuse for so long. Till your son becomes a registered sex offender because his joke went a little too far. 

So please, if you’re a father, with other father friends, or a mother with father friends, or a mother with mother friends; that joke your co worker made about the “office whore,” the way that your girlfriend looks a little too long at a waiter inappropriately, the way that you scored a hole in one and reference that as your best pals wife. Don’t. Because not only are your sons learning that as long as you say it’s a joke you can say anything; but because that’s someone’s daughter, someone’s mother, someone’s soul mate and other half,  someone’s sister. And I’m sure you’d be damned if someone talked about the girls in your life that way. 

So, boys will not be boys, if they are taught to be gentlemen. 

My son shouldn’t have to compete 

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I vowed when I got pregnant I would give every ounce of my time and energy to my son… boy was I in for a rude awakening. In case you weren’t aware you do need a little bit of alone time or “me time” to keep your sanity in check as a new parent. 

But today while nursing my son I was strolling through Pinterest and Instagram like I usually do; and I looked down to see my little boy looking at the back of my phone, where my face should be he only saw a white blank lifeproof case, not his mama. In that moment I felt the worst I have ever felt. Why should my son have to compete for my attention with social media? Why should I feel so bored while feeding him or just sitting with him that I have to see what’s going on in other people’s lives instead of living my own? So in that moment I learned I need to turn over a new leaf, to live in the moment; to live in MY life not the lives of other through my iPhone. 

I have read a bunch of articles written by moms about seeing other mothers not paying attention to their children in public and looking at their phones. Granted, every time I read one I think “Dang you women pay attention to those babies! I’ll never look at my phone again.” Then about 8 minutes later I’m looking at this weeks “Tiny Kitchen Tuesday” on Tastemade. (Anything tiny is my weakness) so I can see why it’s difficult, I think every mother or father needs their own “ah ha” moment when they realize that unless you really want to change a nasty habit, you’re not going to. 

When my son gets older I want him to remember the activities we did, the walks we went on, the crafts, the endless hours of tickle fights and book reading. I don’t want him to remember hearin “uh huh honey, that’s nice” while I’m not even looking him in his glowing eyes while he talks about something he loves. I don’t want him to remember our walks with me having one head phone in my ear. I don’t want him to think of his mama as the lady who couldn’t take five seconds out of her day to give her son every ounce of her attention. I don’t want to be that mom, I WON’T be that mom. 

I will help my son grow, and learn, and laugh. All while giving him the attention and time he deserves. Because every child deserves a parent who isn’t eaten up by social media, who doesn’t have to watch tv to be entertained while in a room full of toys and their children. And yes sometimes I’m sure I’ll slip up and miss something that’s happening because I got a text or I found a perfect recipe on Pinterest, but really; spending time on my phone… C’mon that’s what nap time is for. 

I wanted to change the world.

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Being a stay at home mom I feel so guilty that I don’t contribute to the income of our household. I can’t help but think if I had a simple part time job that my husband would at least be able to be home during the times his son is awake once in awhile. (Note: I did go back to my job 6 weeks after having Isaac but two days in my husband told me to quit. And seriously, being a waitress after just having a baby when your stitches haven’t healed all the way he did NOT have to tell me twice.) 

I am somewhat of a stickler when it comes to spending money. I like the security of having a healthy savings in case anything were to happen; and with my husband being the only one working that just leaves us about 77 dollars left at the end of the month after bills which almost gives me a panic attack…almost. 

You see, women that are used to working all the time and don’t want to be babied or rely on someone else entirely find it difficult knowing that they aren’t contributing. But, my husband managed to help me see an entirely different point of view when I broke down crying saying I wanted to contribute; I wanted to…”Change the world.”

What I didn’t realize is that I am changing the world.. All mama’s are changing the world. We are trusted with these little people that are going to grow up to be doctors and soldiers and peace makers and even gas station clerks. My son may go to space or be a train conductor, a paleontologist. But no matter what he becomes; I’ve changed the world. Even not the big huge one we are standing on, his world. I never had my mom there when we were little, I had a step mom sure but my dad worked, my sisters were best friends, and my step mom didn’t have much time for my interests (seriously I was the biggest tomboy west of the Mississippi years 2004-2008). I want to be the one to teach my son, to watch him grow and learn. To be the one he expresses his feelings to, tell me his dreams and his fears and show me his imaginary friends. I want to show him he can be anything he wants, he can go anywhere he chooses. So I WILL change the world, because he is my world. 

So stay at home moms, or stay at home dads; you are contributing, you’re raising these beautiful special little people and that is changing the world in the most powerful way we know how. 

Some Babies do Keep

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Babies don’t keep. 

 This statement is all too true- I can look at my 9 week old son and notice how he’s changed in a million ways since we brought him home on July 20th. But sometimes babies do keep; no one is ever open to discussing that though. 

I’m one to love pictures; taking them, being in them, looking at them. I love them! Which makes sense why I’m an avid Instagram user. Recently, I started following a young mother. Nothing in particular about her stood out I liked her style of photos though. She was pregnant with a gorgeous little girl and was due to have her in August. But that didn’t happen.. After delivery she and her husband went back to a home that had a crib that would never be slept in, toys that would never get played with, a home filled with clothes that would never be worn. My heart ached as she tried her best to inform everyone what had happened. 

And just like that my heart stopped, I couldn’t think or move. How could this beautiful woman have to go through the pain of child birth but without that grand reward of snuggling our warm little ones so close and dear. Selfishly I thought about myself in her situation, how I would have nothing left to carry me after losing my child. How I would need something to breath the life back into me. But this average everyday woman has become my hero, her beautiful writings and her tired spirit make me fully appreciate everything I have. To know that she was so close to her dream but had it ripped from reality so suddenly she lost her breath, makes me want to do nothin more than to make her tea and listen to her dreams for her daughter. I think about it everyday, her daughters name was Sylvia, she had a dimple chin and brown curly hair. I think about all the mothers I read about that have lost their children, whether in miscarriage, still birth, or Sudden Infant Death Syndrome. 

So if you’re a mother that has lost a little one and need a little push, a little hope I’m here. All mothers are here. Don’t hold back talking about the babes you have lost simply because you worry about someone else’s discomfort. I push you to tell strangers about what you think they’d be like; how you imagine your daughter would put flowers in her hair from your garden after watering at 6:42am every morning. How you think your son would need to hold your hand as you trailed through the yard looking for frogs and bugs while you soak up every ounce of his imagination. How you can almost hear their giggles after doing shadow puppets on the walls before bedtime. I pray you feel comfort in telling people these things because it’s a beautiful thing to imagine a world where all babies don’t keep. 

I’m raising someone’s husband

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I’m raising someone’s husband.

This is the thought that’s been rocking my brain for the past few weeks. It doesn’t even need to be said that every new parent is petrified of what kind of job they’re going to do at raising their children, so here’s just one new momma’s inside look. 

I grew up in a household where my parents were very good at expressing their love for each other. Never a phone call, a good bye, a hello, a good job – nothing in our household went without an “I love you.” 

But, nothing lasts forever and what I thought was written in the stars, crumbled so suddenly it sent me into a frantic sense of being that nothing can last forever. 

Now, I’ve made it a point that I will show my kids just how much I love their father. That even if they happen to see us struggle even for a micro-second that our foundation could withstand anything-we could withstand anything. And I want my children to do the same for my grand children. 

Being 21 I remember my high school experience very vividly. I was often too busy being myself to show that I cared what others thought when deep down it rocked my every thought. I had a total of two boyfriends before dating my husband the longest of which lasted 7 months when I was in 8th grade. So yes, I was a bit surprised when it only took me two tries to find what I know to be my soul mate. 

Now, my husband doesn’t have the best past either he has had more girlfriends than I can count on my hands and due to loss and heart ache he didn’t really care about anyone he hurt in the process (including 16 year old me who he asked out while he was blackout drunk then forgot about it and never mentioned it again till 3 years later.) Back then I was devasted, and now I can understand why he did it. 

Back on topic though, our son is only 6 weeks old (to the day actually 🤗🎉) but I still worry about the type of man we are going to be raising. How can a momma instill on her son that girls, young ladies, women all have a heart and that it should be nurtured and treasured because no one really understands how fragile we are. I’m not saying that my son has to be overly sensitive and walk around on egg shells with his significant other. But I will be damned if he treats any woman he is dating less than she deserves. No, not all woman are great, girls can break hearts and young ladies can use guys more often than they wipe their ass. None the less I hope my son doesn’t stoop to their level if they ever cause him any heartache. 

I hope my son loves fiercely, and without regret.

I hope my son will love God first and all else second. (Except for momma, I’m number 2) 

I hope my son will be honest and kind to any woman he meets.

I hope my son will never “go Dutch.”

I hope my son will always offer her his jacket.

I hope my son works hard for what he wants and harder for the family he’ll have.

I hope my son will never be ashamed of his significant other. 

I hope my son will never short come the way he feels for a woman. 

I hope my son will know how far a kiss or a bouquet of flowers can go.

I hope my son will never do anything without putting his all into it.

I hope my son will know that every person is fragile and that every word or action will have consequences; whether they are good or bad are up to him.

I hope my son knows just how madly in love I am with the person he is and has yet to become. 

I hope my son treats his wife as the center of his universe as his father does me. 

And I hope my son will know just how hard we prayed for God to guide him in every adventure he is going to have.