I'm Somebody's Mommy

You'd think I'd realize and remember the important fact that I had a child just over two years ago. Two years and three months to be more exact. 

Of course I am a mommy.  I remember the 40+ pound weight gain over nine months.  I remember pushing that life out of me.  The first year was a blur but I remember most things after the 18-months mark.

Still sometimes it just hits me on certain days....  I am a mom.  I'm Vivian's mom. Holy Crap~!

She won't let me forget it these days.  She walks around the house shouting my name whenever she can't see me or find me.

"Mommy!  Mommy!  Mommy!"

She says it over and over again.  It's quite cute.  Until it becomes annoying.

Hearing those words can be bittersweet.  I love being a mom.  It's a huge part of my life.  If it weren't for me being a mom, I might have never started this blog.  Writing about my initial frustrations and worries over motherhood is what prompted me to start this site. 

I love this experience of being somebody's mommy.  But I don't want it to define me completely.  I try to walk that fine line of who I am and what I am.  If that makes any sense.

Still I am a mom.  I'm somebody's mommy.  And even though I'm writing less and blogging less, I don't mind it.  I don't really miss it.  Because, I am, after all, enjoying my life more these days as somebody's mommy. 

I get to be Viva the Diva's mommy every day:



What a ride.  What bumps we've experienced along the way.  And we're just beginning. 

What fun we're having.  What laughter consumes me each day too (And tears and screams). 

What a crazy life I now lead because of this little booger and all she gives me.



Yet still, the world really should make it a bit more difficult to become a mom.  I mean, you should have to apply for it just like getting your drivers license.  Proof of documentation, blood samples, stool samples and more.  It's not an easy job.  It's not for everyone, that's for sure.

But like I said, it's fun (most of the time.... some of the time).  No it's fun.  I swear.

Would I lie?  Would these faces lie? 



I just felt like writing this happy little post because it's very easy to get tied down in the unpleasant things about my day and about my role of being somebody's mommy.  But the good stuff is worth talking about too.

There are good days, even wonderful days.  Like today.  And this past weekend when we were silly and took these photos together.  We need to remember the joyful times too.

So I'm hitting the "publish post" button before I forget.  And before she wakes up and drives me insane again.  :)