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Twas the DAY before Christmas…

24 Dec

Twas the Day before Christmas, when from the bed I awoke,

My Belly was tight and my water just broke.

The bags were then packed in the car with great care,

In hopes to the hospital we would soon be there.


Our oldest sat nestled all snug in his seat,

With visions of the brother he would soon meet;

And my husband in a hurry and I in pain,

While the clouds above us sagged with rain.


When to the hospital we arrived in a flash,

Tore open the door and made a mad dash.

The Nurses all donned their best holiday smiles

As they readied the room to stay for awhile.

When, after 4 hours what should appear,

But a 6 pound baby with eyes full of tears.


With ten little fingers holding on tight,

I knew in a moment he must be alright.

More rapid than eagles his cries then came,

And my husband and I decided a name.


His eyes- how they twinkled!  His dimples- how merry!

His cheeks were like roses, his head- quite hairy!

His sweet little eyes were as blue as can be,

And his skin was so soft as I pressed it to me.


The blanket wrapped tightly, all snug and secure,

He was safe and warm, of that we were sure.

He had a round face and sweet baby smell,

With our family now 4, all was now well.


We took him straight home, on Christmas Day,

And 3 years later this is what we say-

“Happy Birthday to you, sounds about right,

Happy Birthday to Tristan, and to all a good night!”

Every Mom Poops

20 Nov

Jenny MacCarthy Candies Pic

Some women are just born mothers.  They keep a perfect house.  They have happy, well adjusted children.  They take care of their bodies, their husbands, cook everything from scratch, and have a current scrapbook for each of their kids.  They volunteer for the PTA, field trips, soccer coaching and everything else in between.  They do their hair and make-up everyday and don the perfect smile from ear to ear.  And did I mention they also have a successful career.  They have it all and they make it look easy.

And then, there are the rest of us.

The ponytail wearing, tired looking, not enough hours in the day Mom’s.  The ones who struggle to get the dishes and laundry done all in the same day.  The Mom’s who are at least 5 minutes late to everything and consider a trip to the grocery store an excuse to get dressed up.

It’s hard enough being a Mom without those mythical “perfect Mom’s” out there making us feel worse about ourselves.  Of course there are always those “bad Mom’s” out there making us feel better about ourselves (SuperNanny, anyone).  But in reality we are all on the same team.  We are all facing the same struggles.  Some of us just hide it better than others.  Just look at all the parenting Blogs out there.

So, to remind Mothers that we all put our sweats on one leg at a time, I wrote a little poem.  It is a play off the popular children’s book “Everyone Poops.”  Enjoy.

Every Mom loves

Every Mom laughs

Every Mom works hard

Every Mom cries

Every Mom struggles

Every Mom wants the best for her children

Every Mom loses herself

Every Mom doubts

Every Mom does her best

Every Mom wants to be accepted

Every Mom sneaks a cookie before dinner after she told her child “no” when he wanted a cookie before dinner…No?  OK, maybe that’s just me.

Just the same,

Every Mom eats


Every Mom Poops

What do you struggle with most as a Mom?