The truth about motherhood is that it's a wild ride. From that exciting moment of 2 lines on that stick to watching your babies turn into decent almost teenagers, it's amazing. It's not always fun, it's definitely not always glamorous, nor do you get much or any recognition for the job you've done, but it's all definitely worth it.
Being a mother of 5 has been quite a work in progress. When my oldest was born (circa 2005), I was barely an adult myself (21 years young). I didn't know about babies, let alone breastfeeding, or diapers, or how to raise a child. But as each child was born, it got easier. So when baby numero five was born in December 2016, all the knowledge of how to care for a newborn baby boy came flooding back.
With taking care of my newest bundle of joy, it has also brought a whole giant bag of emotions. I look to my oldest 3 (ages 11, 8, and 7) and it seems like a lifetime ago when they were this little. With tiny little faces, and sweet smelling hair. Oh that smell! How I love that new baby smell! I couldn't help but spend a few minutes (or maybe an hour or so) crying over the fact that my babies are not babies anymore. In fact, they are about in that stage where Mom is not cool, and God forbid we talk to her in public, or let anyone see her kiss us! Commence the sad face :( Luckily, I have my younger two babes (ages 3 and newborn) who love me and need me and think the world of me.
But this journey is not about me. It's about them. And raising 5 of them hasn't been easy, and it is far from over. But I wanted to document my feelings as they grow, so one day, when I turn into my mother, dah dah daaaaaaah, I can look back and be reminded of this journey. The good, the bad, and all the beautiful :)
Bless each of you on your journey!
