i hope they remember

^^photo by genevieve grey^^

Want to know one of my biggest fears? I fear my kids will only remember the crazy me. The me that yells like crazy to get the kids in the car when we are running ten minutes late. The me that flips out when the girls run through the pile of muck I've recently swept. Or the me that says bitter sarcastic things without thinking just because I'm tired and well...mostly just tired. 

Those moments use to happen a lot. They don't anymore. But I am still hard on myself and on them when things I plan don't always go as planned. I am slowly learning to be flexible, but it is a learning curve. You know? 

I want them to remember moments like the one above where I hug them so tight and let them claw at my face just because it makes them laugh. Or the moments I let them dress me because they know "what mommies should wear." Or the moments where I kiss their face all over until they squeal for freedom. Or the moments where they help me bake and steal tasties every time I turn my head. Or all the moments we spend reading book after book after naptime. 

I love being a mom. It is going to refine the crazy out of me even if it takes a lifetime.

my monday morning chatter: 

tim and i loved this article. to get the full article, you have to subscribe to time magazine...but it's worth it: The me me me generation

i'm getting pretty good at moving. if you are moving soon, here are some tips: Organizing checklists 

my go-to skirt this summer. it's cheap and wonderful: Striped Pencil Skirts

a summer craft for the mamas: Outdoor coasters

i really love this song right now: Hero