a SuperMOM.

I want to be a supermom.
I want to be the momma who
throws the ball around in the backyard,
sings into a wooden spoon with the music blaring,
and uses funny voices when telling stories.
I want to be the momma that dances around the room acting silly because it’s so darn fun.
I want to be the momma whose not afraid to make messes,
get my hands dirty,
be afraid to create a bit of chaos
for the sole purpose of having fun with my kiddo.
I want to say yes when he asks me to
go outside and swing,
jump on the trampoline,
race cars,
build sandcastles,
roll in the grass,
pretend play,
throw the ball back and forth for hours,
play hide and seek, because it’s his favorite.
watch his shows (even when my favorites are on).
I want to let him stay up late for that extra time together.

I want to be the momma who knows what’s important
to move on from the things that don’t matter.
I want to praise him,
encourage him,
build him up.
I want to make everyday count-
I want to make countless memories.
I want to know that the little things make a huge difference
Give millions and millions of hugs and kisses.
I want to teach him how to be a great man,
with great character.
I want to find the perfect balance-
between being a mom and friend.

When he grows up-
I want him to have the fondest memories of his childhood-
I hope that he will tell his sweet babies about his momma’s...
after school treats-
the fridge that was always covered with his best artwork-
my perfect throw (from years of practice, of course)
that he always knew how truly important and perfect he is-
and that there wasn’t a day that went by that that he didn’t hear…
I love you (at least a bazillion times).

Being a mom, a great mom, a super-mom…
is my life’s goal…
my hearts desire.