“Mommy! Mommy look! Watch this Mommy!” Those are words I hear all the time. Usually from my youngest. Whether he is pushing a car around on the diningroom floor or making himself fall off the couch, he wants me to see. Sometimes he wants Daddy or Grandma to watch. Occasionally even a sibling, but most of the time he wants me. Some people may wonder why. (Though anyone who has kids knows the answer.) Because I am Mommy. I am with him all day as his own personal audience. I’m here to say, “Yay! Good job!” When he does something good. I love being a stay at home Mom. As soon as I found out I was to become a Mommy, I told my hubby that I wanted to stay home with the kids. To be here for everything. First step, first word, first need of an attitude adjustment, first time opening fruit treats without help, etc. I wanted to be here for it all. And I have been.
I have also been here for the times when a child decided to take of their diaper and get poop everywhere. (And I mean EVERYWHERE.) Or when a child decides to dance around the kitchen saying, “Haha. Mama, you’re fat.” I’m here for the good and the bad. And I wouldn’t have it any other way.