Every morning I look forward to seeing Bensons sweet face. My first five minutes with him are awesome! He’s happy that I’m awake and ready to take on the morning! I get about five minutes of picture perfect mom life. A sweet little boy excited I’m up. Ready to play. Ready to show off what he’s found in his toy box. Having a conversation with me in baby language, and cuddley, smiley, and cute! But, after the first five minutes of cuddley cuteness he turns into another miniature person…a not so sweet face; and I spend much of that time silently praying for a break.

Being a mom is SO hard. I can’t get a word in on a phone call with friends because that sweet face is no longer sweet. He’s pulling on my shirt with his head thrown back screaming “dada” (because I take care of him 90% of the day and can’t even get a momma, am I right?!! Any other moms get this?)

Being a mom is SO hard. Today I took the binki away with the exception of nap and bedtime. I listened to a tantrum for a good 15 minutes solely because I said no binki and put it out of reach.

Being a mom is SO hard. I took that sweet face grocery shopping (because I had no choice but to bring him along) he wouldn’t stay in the cart so I let him walk along side of me…which he didn’t. He ran through the store and I could be seen chasing him with an oversized pink car/shopping cart running down the aisle yelling no noooooooo!!!

Being a mom is SO hard. I pulled out his toys while I made two dinner meals. When I finally finished up I began cleaning up the mess in the kitchen. A trail of pink strawberry milk led from the kitchen table to the couch. The cream colored living room couch covered in spilled watermelon and strawberry milk. There I also found orange crayon on the white carpet and screws in the outlets.

Being a mom is SO hard. From 12-8:30pm I can forget about phone calls, eating, peeing, being out in public, getting ready for the day, paying any bills, cleaning, cooking, closing my eyes, and breathing… Because unless it’s for that sweet face and what HE wants….it’s not happening.

It’s now a little after 9 and I can’t help but stare at my sleeping boy in his crib. Peaceful, quiet, his mess is cleaned up. I’m exhausted but I can’t wait to wake up to that sweet face in the morning. Being a mom IS so hard, but I choose to do it over and over again every day for the rest of my life because although it’s the hardest…it’s the sweetest part of my life.