Who am I?

Officially...teacher, daughter, wife and mother to 2 little boys.

Unofficially...nurse, germ-a-phobe, maid, actress, boogie wiper, puke cleaner, tear wiper, boo boo kisser, and above all else, an overprotective control freak that is head over heels in love with her two little boys.

​My oldest boy, Jackson, is almost 3 and my 'little meatball", as he's known around these parts, Grayson, is 8 months. As a working mother, it has definitely been a struggle for me to balance my time and energy between my job and my family.  I find myself, constantly rushing, cleaning, cooking...as opposed to playing, laughing and smiling at my little ones

My mother watches my boys 3 days a week while I am at work.  She has developed a very close bond with Jackson and Grayson.  My parents have been amazing, reassuring, and always there for my family.  One morning as I dropped the kids off, I noticed my mother crying as she leaned over the baby playing on the floor.  I asked her what was wrong and she said while holding Grayson's chubby little hand in hers, "Enjoy this. All of this.  All of the little things because it goes by so fast."

On my ride to work that morning, I began realizing how many 'memories' I have already forgotten from my first born.  The silky soft wispy baby hair, the chubby fat rolls on his wrists, the way I could feel his heart beat against mine when I held him.  All of these amazing memories soon to be forgotten in the sleepless, stressful fog of mommy-hood.  

I wish I'd known just how quickly time would pass.  I wish I wouldn't have known to just BREATHE.  To SOAK IN every moment.  To SLOW DOWN. I wish I would've known just what an impact my boys would have on my parents lives. 

On my ride to work, I wrote this poem for my parents.  It was written through the eyes of my eldest boy, Jackson.

Remember

Remember me like this

as time goes by

all of these fun times

will be memories, don't cry

Remember my feisty spirit,

my temper, my tone

remember my tantrums

when you'd say no

Remember my giggles

my hugs and the "fishies"

remember the way

I'd wipe away your wet kisses

remember the difficult times

my boogies, my pukes

remember the smell of my

not so cute poops

Remember my trucks

my cars and my messes

remember Nana Annie

and how she'd always

"god bless us"

Remember my tears

and how much I "wuvee"

remember the tickles

and how I'd say "sawee"

tuck these memories

in at night

and remember me "now"

when you sleep, all right?

Before you know it

I'll be thirteen

just think of all the "new"

adventures I'll bring

Cuz when I grow up

We'll play "new" games

and laugh out loud

at silly "new" things

I'll never stop loving you

don't worry, you'll see

my "papa" my "gammy"

forever you'll be

so watch me! watch me!

and you'll see

how you helped shape

the young man I'll be

These are the times

to cherish the most

Just always remember

that I love you "mo"

I am still a work in progress.  I am still fighting the clock, as there never appears to be enough time in the day to accomplish everything that I want to do.  But, I am more aware of the significance of slowing down and watching my children, playing, hugging, kissing, laughing and soaking in all of the little things...the pudgy cheeks, the fat rolls, the giggles, their warmth, their happiness and above all else, the love that keeps our family together.