So in the interest of keeping it real, and in honor of Mother’s Day, I thought I’d share some things that typically don’t make it onto the blog. It’s pancake picnics and sibling bickering, cloud spotting and testing boundaries, ups and downs, sometimes all at once. I find the parenting experience to be as exhausting as it is exhilarating. Being a parent, the actual everyday act of parenting, is the hard part. Actually, let me rephrase that because becoming a parent was the easy part. I usually like to keep it positive and inspirational.īut in reality, becoming a parent is by far the hardest thing I’ve ever done. Or that the Little Naturalist dropped our last hot dog in the fire, or that I yelled at the real dog as she got into the butter and ate most of it before I caught her (true story). When I share a photo of us happily eating s’mores in front of a campfire, you don’t know that the Big Naturalist just threw a hunger-induced tantrum because it took me 45 minutes to get the fire started and the bread on a stick that we tried to make refused to bake properly. Although I don’t embellish our lives, I realize that what I tend to share here on the blog are the highlights of my parenting experience, the good times, the stuff I’m good at and the things that I think I get right (at least most of the time). Maybe she had read about our many hikes or seen pictures of my kids’ happy, muddy faces.īut it got me thinking about the image that I project versus the reality that I live in. A while back I was sitting around talking to some other women, when one of them referred to me as “Super Mom over there.” I don’t remember what the context was, but I know that she sometimes reads the blog and probably meant it as a compliment.
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