Normal Mom

Life around our house has been a little hectic. From finding out number two is on the way to one of our dogs passing away this week. I have gone back to work and I love it. And I believe that Easton is enjoying it as well. Since I was told he was kissing on another baby today. He's definitely working his flirting skills.
We have started on eating purees, my plan was to start making his food. Well I have stopped only for a moment... Just till I get a better blender or food processor...(HINT David) since Christmas is just around the corner....CHRISTMAS is right around the corner. 2013 has flown by. And it couldn't be a better year.

Working in a preschool I get to see A LOT of momma's. I can say that all of them are good momma's. But I catch myself  looking at them and thinking I want to be that kind of mom. Or that kind of mom. I know I am the perfect mom for Easton. Not only does God tell me that, but I have women that I look up to with respect and love telling me I am. And they tell me when I really need to hear it. Because I have my moments of me over worrying and calling my mom asking if this is right or not. Also, that David is looking at me with an eye roll, shaking of his head and laughing. Telling me to stop worrying and that Easton is fine. Of course I nod, take a breath and know everything is alright. But when they tell me I am great momma I know its God telling me.

So today when I walked out of my room to grab Easton's diaper bag and a drink to head off to work I heard this Clunk noise followed by a cry. Of  course I knew what had happened. Easton had scooted or rolled off  the bed. I was terrified. I let out a terrified chuckle as I picked him up. And I calmed him down in time to put him in the car so we could get to work. I thought I was fine. Until I saw two women I respect and the tears just flooded. Of course I was embarrassed that I was crying.  I am totally blaming the pregnancy hormones. It was in that time they told me they had done the same thing. It was normal. Which I knew it was, but by golly I wasn't going to let my kid fall of the bed and get hurt.

So as I look back on these 6 months with Easton, and they have been so great. They've happened so fast. So even if I look at all the wonderful mommas that walk through the doors at the preschool, I know that even they look like the perfect mom. Hair fixed, make up, everything looking in order. I know that they too make the mistakes I make at some point in their life.  And no matter what, I am the perfect mom for Easton. Because if I wasn't I don't think I'd get to be his mom.