The Mother Load

So my first posting should be all about how I love being a mom and how perfect my kids are and my life is bliss. Well I am not going to feed your brain with a load of b.s. that you would see on wisteria lane. However, what I am going to tell you is that I love my boys immensely and they are my world. Whether it is watching them learn to crawl or walk, or even learn to stick their finger in their noses like a character from a favorite Disney movie (I.A.), I love them. Perhaps it is their ever so endearing tantrums or even their WWF matches on my living room floor which just so happens to knock over my favorite Waterford crystal frame that pulls at my heart strings. Whatever the case maybe, I love my boys! I know, I know call me crazy for liking the feeling of running my fingers through their luscious locks of last night's spaghetti after I swore I washed it or even the sweet smell of milk in my car as a new line of mother's favorite air fresheners. Bottom line is I love being a mom even if my body is a new kind of wonderful. I love being able to raise and cherish them everyday. This adventure that I love to do so much is like a roller coaster at an amusement park. You know the one where you want to keep riding it because you love the tickle in your tummy when you go over the edge of the first gigantic hill. The one in which you ride over and over till you feel the huge elephant's ear you just eat last night because it is so thrilling, and scary and unpredictable, yet predictable because the more you ride it, the better you get at not holding on to the handlebars. Yup, I love being a MOM!