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Which is Stronger: Self Preservation or Maternal Instinct?

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Maternal instinct versus self preservation!  Which will win? A mommy’s dilemma! 

Has anyone else realized through repeated painful testing that your protective maternal instinct is much stronger than your sense of self preservation?

 

I slipped on the stairs carrying my baby girl a couple of days ago. My son fell in my room as I was going down, and I was looking back to check on him. I was able to hold my littlest princess high and untouched as I landed full force on my right hiney cheek on the metal post of the shoe rack.

I have spent a couple of days so far with a large bruised lump in an awkward spot and a very sore posterior and back, being reminded how often the people in my household smack my hiney.

I wish this was the first test of maternal instincts versus self preservation I have passed with such painfully obvious results.

Let’s just say that I am a clumsy hiney, usually carrying a kid and I am frequently injured my my own mishaps. My kids come out of 99 percent of these incidents 100% okay.

I guess my kids can rest assured Mommy loves them more than she does herself. 😉 😉 😉

Feeling less than perfect? Obviously,  I am far from perfect! I want you to know that even if you are struggling, you are not alone!

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12 Things I Have Learned From the Mom Life

12 Things

Before I was a mom, I never thought I would discover things like…

Parenting is smelly.

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The inside stuffing of a wet diaper is like yellow snow. Cold, wet, smelly and impossible to clean up every speck when your toddler shreds said diaper all over the house.

I know which child dealt it as soon as I have smelt it.

Small children especially love to serenade you when you’re sitting on the toilet. Must be the great acoustics in the bathroom, you think? It’s like Singing Toilet Paper on steroids!

Parenthood is dirty work!

Dirty dishes multiply at the speed of light,  especially right before unexpected company drops in.

Cleaning with kids in the house seems pointless…until you go on bedrest and realize what it would look like if you actually quit cleaning! I still need a Cleaning while children growing like shoveling while still snowing sign, though!

Daily showers aren’t necessary for survival. Taking a shower with 3 small children in the house takes planning and luck, especially when your husband is on a 72 hour shift.

Parenting is amazing!

My children can make me feel more frustrated than I could ever have imagined, then turn around and fill my world with more joy and love than I could have thought to ask for.

Kiddos see differences in their own beautiful way. My oldest daughter saw an interracial couple with an adorable baby girl. My loud, outgoing, unfiltered little miss squealed delightedly at them “Awwwww! Daddy is chocolate, mommy is vanilla,  and your baby is such a pretty caramel! That is so cool! “. (Thankfully,  they took it in the sweet spirit it was meant.)

Mommy kisses can really cure most booboos instantly. You just have to Kiss Baby’s Boo-Boo to make it all better!

Parenthood is full of surprises!

A human can survive indefinitely on hugs, slobbery kisses, sweet tea and hastily gobbled scraps of food!

There are times when I can’t figure out where my kids got some crazy trait, and then there are times when I look in the mirror and say “Ohhh…you did this to me!!”. Of course, when they do something completely crazy, I look at my firefighter paramedic daredevil of a hubby and say they are Just Like Daddy!

Kids have a mind of their own from birth. Sometimes it drives me crazy. Sometimes it keeps me sane.

I have learned so many unexpected things from the mom life. This is just a few of many. What are some things you’ve learned since you became a parent?

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Mommy Meltdown Moments

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When Mommy is having a meltdown,  but we’re still cute….

My toddler loves to go shopping with Mommy. Does Mommy always enjoy that experience? Umm….nope!!

There are times when shopping with my beautiful children is pure bliss.

We wander the aisles of the grocery & department stores, racking up compliments on how gorgeous and well behaved my little angels are while my daughter points out all the neaterific things she sees everywhere with witty descriptiveness and my baby happily chortles at every grandmother who smiles at him. These are the moments of pride & joy in motherhood. I glow and think I could handle a few more of these wonderful beings.

Then, on the other end of the spectrum, there are the “Mommy Meltdown” moments on a routine grocery shopping trip.

If you’re a mother and claim to have never had one of these, you are either actually an angelic being posing as a human mommy or a big honkin’ liar! I’m betting on the latter! 😉

My personal meltdowns have been triggered by a myriad of crazily challenging experiences. Want a sample? Let me see…

How about the time my daughter was pitching tantrums and trying to grab things all through the store? The icing on the cake was when she grabbed my coupon organizer and scattered it’s contents all over the cleaning aisle. An older lady came upon me in tears on my hand & knees, baby strapped to me in a carrier and my other hand holding the seat of the pants of a squirming toddler. She was very sweet and helped me gather up my many pieces of paper gold, assuring me this happens to the best of us now & then.

Oh, oh! And the other day when my sweet little girl was sharing Cheerios with her baby brother, and dumped the whole container all over the drugstore floor? That took awhile to clean up, especially since I made her “help” and had to keep her from putting the nasty crumbs into her hungry little mouth while baby brother cried from his perch in the buggy.

That same trip, as I strapped both kids into the car, she pulls two lip balms out of her pocket and exclaims “Surprise, Mommy!!”. Yeah, that was a fun trip back into the store.

You should’ve heard the lecture she got through our whole grocery trip about what stealing is, why it is bad, and what the consequences will be if this ever happens again. She can now be heard loudly lecturing random strangers in stores about not taking things without paying for them.

My most recent meltdown happened this morning at home.

Both kids were content playing for a moment, and I walked away for a minute to get something. Suddenly, I heard suspicious scribbling noises. As I walked back to the kitchen, asking Princess Peach what she was doing, I heard a clattering crash and baby protesting loudly. Miss munchkin ran guiltily away, pencil in hand, refrigerator covered in her hastily scribbled “artwork”, with the echo of me hollering “TIMEOUT! NOW!!!” following her into the other livingroom. Baby was looking at up me in irritation, still grasping the trash can lid in hand, wondering why everything was scattered all around and why I looked so frustrated. The next little while saw me scrubbing the fridge, gathering the trash, scrubbing the floor, cleaning the baby and muttering under my breath “God made them cute to ensure their survival”. 🙂

So, yeah, I’ve had my share of “I-am-so-embarassed” and “If-one-more-thing-goes-wrong-I’ll-implode” during routine trips to the grocery store, ill-planned visits to restaurants or even simply trying to get a few things done around the house.

What triggers your “Mommy Meltdowns”?