Reality

Reality. Its not always what we see or perceive. I've been wanting to post about this for a few weeks now, but haven't had the chance. Sorry I haven't had any pictures lately, I will get back to that soon, promise. I just had this on my heart and wanted to get it out. Sometimes for me, I read people's blogs and get this feeling like everyone has it together and moms are at home teaching abc's and phonetics to their young while in the off time the children are engaging in imaginative play. Now, isn't that just ridiculous. I know that even for myself I tend to post the cutest pictures that just can't sum up what a true day is like. And that's ok. I will continue to do that, but lately I've been feeling like maybe I need to throw some reality in there. Maybe call it Funky Friday, Whiny Wednesday, or Sour Saturday and show the reality that, to me, being a mom is hard, it tries my patience, I feel ill-equipped, under prepared, and lots of times just plain insecure. There. I said it. I'm just trying to be real and honest. I hope I haven't come across cynical. I love my kids to pieces and they do make me smile a ton, but its not about that. Mommying has been harder on mind, body, and soul than I would ever have thought and I wanted to convey that. To quote a friend... "I think it’s important to be transparent on this journey... I think it’s only fair to share the whole story and not color it certain ways so that it looks different than what it really is."