I love how my fabulous hubby caught our little girl looking up at me. When doing the day to day “mommying” I miss these great ‘MOMents’ that show me what being a mom is all about.  This is the epitomy of motherhood. Harlo will always be looking up to me and always wanting to do what Mommy does. Sometimes the actions are good and sometimes not so good but it is okay. I will never be perfect but I am doing the best job I can. There are so many comparisons in motherhood that it clouds what truly matters. My little girl isn’t looking at other moms she is looking at me, and what I am doing in her life. Now that I have another little girl on the way it is making me dwelve even deeper into how my actions and thoughts affect my girls.

We will have good and bad days. The bad days seem to stick out more than the good, but when I take time to reflect I realize that Harlo doesn’t expect a party everyday. She is looking at me as a rolemodel on how to do life. I am learning and growing as a mom every day. Yes there are days that we don’t change out of our pajamas, and there are days were I just want to crawl under the covers and start over. Those days I give Harlo extra hugs, snuggles and kisses and pray to God for wisdom with my words and strength for patience. That is all us mama’s can do. I love meeting and talking with other moms and sharing what we call ‘secrets of the trade’. No one knows THE secret, we are all fumbling through motherhood. Phew, that makes me feel so much better. Just venting sometimes can do a world of good for your mind. As a mom I am an automatic main influence in how my child grows up and conducts herself.  I want Harlo to have faith in her abilities so I need to role-model faith in my abilities. Tell myself I am doing okay, I am enough.  For all my lovely mamas out there we are all perfect in our imperfections. Those flaws we try to hide are what make us special and the needed puzzle piece in our kid’s lives.

 

Thought I would share an imperfectly perfect picture moment with my little girl. This is the usual I get when I want to take pictures. The running away and I guess my hubby cut her off the picture a little.  We all have these moments. Let’s embrace our imperfectly perfect ‘MOMents’ together!

 

How many of you can relate?

How do you help to embrace the moments?