The Kind of Mom

I'm the kind of mom that dresses her son in clothes to wear to his grandparents for the evening, picks him up that night and let's him sleep in them, and then allows him to wear them all the next day, all to avoid a major battle. Hey, he did have a bath prior to me putting the clothes on him.

I'm the kind of mom that get's frustrated and tired, and sometimes a little . . . okay a lot on the snappy side.

I'm the kind of mom that lays down with her son for a few minutes each night, because she doesn't have the heart to tell him no.

I'm the kind of mom that messes with her kid. Sometimes I can't help it.

I'm the kind of mom that bribes her child with ice cream and cookies. Don't judge. You do it too.

I'm the kind of mom that can't wait for a night out alone and then can't wait to get home because I miss my child.

I'm the kind of mom that keeps her child up from his nap so that he'll go to bed by 7:00 p.m. Glory, hallelujah.

I'm the kind of mom that makes her child say the same thing, wrong, over and over because I think it's funny. Nice huh?

I'm the kind of mom that worries.

I'm the kind of mom that believes that one of the greatest gifts you can give your child is the gift of learning about Jesus.

I'm the kind of mom that says, "Because I said so." Yes, I'm proud of that one.

I'm the kind of mom that prays and then prays some more.

I may not be perfect. Actually I know I'm not perfect (shocking I know), and sometimes I do get tired and grouchy. But no matter what, I love being a mom. There isn't a better job in the world.