I Am A Mom, Can You Tell?

I have been storing up all the little signs that tell me I am a Mom, and wanted to share them with my loyal followers. If you feel the urge to add some things to my list, go ahead!

PHYSICALLY
I wear those workout pants because they keep my butt in the right spot....up three inches and separated.
I love my hot tub because it makes my breasts look like they did 15 years ago
Day off translates into No Bra and Whatever is huge and shapeless
Losing weight now shows up as wrinkles and sag
Date night is never over soon enough to go to bed

MENTALLY
Talking to myself is a hobby, I can be very motivating!
Staring is my smoke break
I have acquired a Nothing Box in my head, which makes my husband easier to understand
There is no Impossible, just I Can Wear Them Down With Repeated Callbacks

EMOTIONALLY
Crying is unacceptable and at the same time unavoidable. Bummer
The cute pep talks for kids and husbands have evolved into "Do you want to hear the talk about _____?" Funny, nobody does....not even me
Chocolate and Wine are now Prescriptions that I fill every week. Faithfully


SPIRITUALLY
I listen to God more when I pray because I have often fallen asleep....
I think more about what God wants to do only because what I do seems to suck more and more
"Protection" is the number one prayer request after "provision" and "lift my boobs three inches"
Listening to my children pray makes me cry.....

The other day I was longing for a Real Day Off....again....and I realized that if I did get one, I wouldn't even know how to take it off! I would catch up on all the work or fun or projects that I love to do....and many of them involve my children and my husband. Love, in all of its forms, is the most easily expressed when we integrate our lives with others, spend time with them, enjoy them. It's the gifts and the hugs and time spent- and I believe that it's the open heart behind it that is the love that changes our lives.

Guess I'd rather have my sag and mental lapses and chocolate prescription than an empty house and empty arms. My battle scars in every area of my life are tangible ways for me to trace the passage of time...they are the rewards of a life spent trying to love more openly in real ways...

I think it's worth it, staring bouts and all.....