Mom is...

Today was a typical day around here...maybe just a little crazier. {that means it was VERY CRAZY}.

Archer was definitely "testing" how far he could go, how many times I would warn him, would I follow through, and on and on.

So, after a {very annoying} trip to Target, I told him that when he got home, he was to go into his room and not say anything to me until I came in and talked to him.

He got on his computer. {No, it's not a real computer. It's a V-tech one.}

From his room I hear him yell, "Moooooom, how do you spell 'mom is'?" I tell him {hesitantly}.

This simple question led to a lot of thinking for me...What was he writing?  Am I mean? Am I in a bad mood? Am I unfair? Am I a "no fun" mommy?

After a few minutes, I went to go check on what he was typing.

"mom is 35 mom loves archer." 

I have to admit I was relieved when I saw this; however, I was still thinking {about 2 things}...

{1} What kind of mommy am I? Do my kids feel valued? Do they feel like they're walking on egg shells around me? Am I too strict? Am I fair? ...on and on. 

I AM {what} in his eyes? 

but then also got to thinking...

{2}  How resilient kids are. How structure makes them feel safe. How when they know their expectations...they also know their consequences. How smart they are.  ...on and on. 

So, I am going into another crazy day here {because those are the only days we have}. They are good crazy, though, because I wouldn't change it for a thing. I want to go into today with the thought of...

Who am I to my kids? I don't need to be their best friend, but I do want to be a good mommy. 

A mommy who is kind. 

A mommy who is fair.

A mommy who is loving.

A mommy who is not reactive.

A mommy who is patient.

...and, yes, I am a mommy who is 35 and a mommy who loves Archer.