Overcoming Postpartum Depression & Living and Loving God's Blessings

Saturday, February 19, 2011

Mother Hen

You know how the old saying goes, " One day you will be just like your mother..." As young daughters we cringe when we hear this and deny it will ever happen to you.

I know I am becoming my mom in a lot of ways. I am proud to be a stay-at-home mom like my mom was. It was wonderful to have her home all day every day. Even though I am sure we wore her out. She also learned to have a simple lifestyle. We didn't always have the nice clothes, the newest toys, and we rarely went out to eat. I wouldn't trade it for the world though. I was so glad she was home with us. She returned to work after my youngest brother went to school. She was still at every sporting event, every concert, and there to help us with our homework. Plus growing up our house was super clean. I still can't figure out how she did this. My parents had four kids! Every time my mom comes down for a visit, I go a little nuts trying to keep the house clean.

My daughter is three. She is a little mother hen. Some of the recent things she has said to me are:

Mom, you are skinny except for right here (she pokes at my belly)

Turn on the radio and drive the car Mom.

Time to go to bed Mom. Let's go

Don't wear those glasses. They don't look good.

Just this week I was getting ready to run and changed my clothes. We had previously had a lengthy conversation about the different types of bras. She held up the regular bra while I changed into my sports bra. Natalie interrupts me and says, "You can't wear this one cause your boobs would go flying."