Sometimes Motherhood Isn’t Rainbows, Butterflies, & White Sand Beaches. 

Sometimes we feel like referees. Like our whole entire days are spent stopping our kids from hurting each other.

Sometimes we feel like we failed in some ways. Like all that we try to teach them didn’t quite make sense.

Sometimes we feel they just don’t hear us when we try to tell them what to do or NOT do. Like they look at us as if we are crazy.

Sometimes we really do feel crazy. Like we can’t keep up with all the things we had planned to do with them and we feel we accomplished nothing.

Sometimes we wonder how we look to the outside world. Like when they are screaming bloody murder in public we feel ashamed that others may think we are doing it all wrong.

Sometimes when you’re tired, failing, ignored, crazy and embarrassed self is ready to call it a day, go to sleep and pray for a better tomorrow, do this: watch them sleep. Sometimes just sit and wonder what they dream about. It is good to sometimes wonder if we are making them have happy dreams. Sometimes think of the dreams you have for them.

Sometimes when you look at them, see yourself in them and feel in your heart why they act up (I know I blame myself for giving certain traits to them I wish I didn’t have).

Sometimes when you look at them, see someone you love. Whether it is your partner, your parents or one of your own siblings, it’s so beautiful to see how we are all connected in some way.

Sometimes you just want to hug and kiss your kids and tell them that you love them. Sometimes when they are awake, they will let you do just that.

It is at those sometimes that make all the other sometimes wash away from your tired body. Those are the sometimes we need to remember even at the worst of the rest of the sometimes.

After all is said and done, here is to more happy sometimes, Mamas!