An Open Letter To My First Born….

 

My Sweet Boy,

       You start kindergarten in just a few short weeks and as proud as I am of you, I am terrified. How can my first born baby be ready for school already? How did 5 years come and go so quickly? It seems like just yesterday that I heard your tiny heartbeat for the first time and then at 39 weeks and 2 days, your tiny 7lb 7oz body stole my heart forever. The moment they laid you on my chest I knew there would never be another feeling quite like that one. And I was right; the moment you become a mother is something that nothing else could ever surpass. It was primal, beautiful, empowering, chaotic and terrifying all at once. Half of my heart was literally going to be walking around outside of my body for the rest of my life. Watching you grow, and learn and experience new things has been the greatest adventure I have ever known. You are growing to be such a sweet, rambunctious, funny, witty, empathetic, patient and curious little boy. I’m so proud of your desire to do what is right, even if its not the popular thing to do. I’m proud of the big brother you have become, strong and protective. I’m proud that you’re not afraid to be yourself and I’m proud of you for standing up for the things you feel in your heart to be good and true. As your mother, I pray everyday that we have instilled the right values in your life and that God would guide and protect your little heart. I pray for your protection, I pray for your salvation and I pray that God would make and mold me into the mother that He would have me to be. I will continue to pray for you as you grow and I will do my best to be the example that you need. I will slip up and I will fail and fall at times, but because of you, I will always get back up.

            Since the day you were born we have always told you that we “Love you to the moon and allllll the way back down!!” ; You would smile and laugh and give the biggest, wettest open mouth kisses that I needed just as much as I needed air to breathe. Well one day, out of the blue, you were eating lunch in your highchair and I asked you, “Do you know how much Mommy loves you?” You looked in my eyes and said “Moon Ma-Ma, MOON!!!!” The truth is, son, my love for you goes far beyond the moon. The day you made me a mom is forever the best gift I could have ever received. I am so blessed to be able to call you my son.

 

“Moon” my sweet boy, “Moon”.

Love, Mom.

Mom, Down The Rabbit Hole

                       My sweet babies!

Hello, fellow moms of the internet!

I want to personally introduce myself. (Ya know, as personally as I can on the world wide web.) My name is Lacey and I am a wife and mother of two beautiful children. (See adorable photo above) I’m a sarcastic homemaker, laundry hater, scatter-brained entrepreneur, mom-tographer and brutally honest mommy blogger.(See this blog.) I (attempt) to run a small photography business (check it out here) and still keep up with the day to day demands of raising two small children and running a (semi) functional home. Within the realms of this blog you will find information on finances, wife life, and no holds barred, real life, parenting.

Being a mom and a wife isn’t always smiles, well behaved kids, endless romance and Pinterest worthy dinners. AND ITS OK THAT ITS NOT!! Sometimes it’s tears, tantrums, (the kids even have some too) messy rooms, sticky floors, disagreements and then McDonalds drive thru for dinner. Fast food and a bad day doesn’t make you a bad mom, it makes you human! In today’s tech-social society we hold moms to this supernatural and completely unrealistic level of perfection that no human can attain. We have to stop it! There’s are days where I wake up early, make the kids breakfast,  print out developmental worksheets, make nutritional lunches (actually without the microwave), clean the house, do some laundry, make a 3 course dinner and get the kids bathed and in bed before 9pm. Then there are other days where my time is consumed with consoling a moody toddler (wonder where she gets that **eyeroll**) and keeping tabs on a rambunctious 5 year old. But, what remains the same at the end of those 2 very different days is that my love and dedication to my husband and my children is unwavering. I never want my children to go a day without knowing and believing in their hearts that their mother loves them with all she has. (even if she could do without that attitude) So, be nice to your fellow mommies; and let them know that being human isn’t a fault, it’s just being real.

Until next time, may the tantrums be short and your eyeliner be even

    ♥Lace

P.S. Your coffee is in the microwave, You’re welcome.