It's summer.  Full-on, lazy-living, shade-seeking summer.   Those kinds of days where kids are constantly dirty, mosquitoes are plentiful, and the music is loud.  We are lucky if we get the beds made, much less do anything else of any kind of accomplishment around here.  The only goals on our minds are if we can use two hula hoops at once, or if a spoon of peanut butter and a peach constitute a meal.  

Something about summer always gets me thinking about this job of mine- this identity that can so easily be written off.  I'm a Mom...sometimes a mama, occasionally a mother with an eye-roll attached, but usually just Mom- someone who fixes sandwiches, applies countless band-aids, threatens time-outs, laughs, and organizes.  

I think as a mom you just have to own your bad-assness.  This is one pretty fun life we get to live.  You have to just grab hold and own it all.  I quit caring about what was hip.  I could care less if you think I'm too wacky, because I'm pretty busy loving my life, and not because it's so perfect.  It's stressful and complicated and exhausting, but what's the point in taking it all so seriously?  Blessings are easy to come by when you are a mother...I see them every day when Zoe learns jumping jacks or Olivia reads a chapter in her book on her own. 

And between all of that I'm listening to some George Clinton, remembering that life is a celebration....knowing that above everything I am not just a mom- I'm a woman.  That's a powerful truth to keep next to me.  I bet you're pretty bad-ass too.  

xo,

Rach