The Joys and Pains of Motherhood

I love being a mom. Parenthood is such an awesome responsibility but no one tells you about all the crazy moments that you have as a parent.

My little guy is 2.5 years old and one of the smartest little people I've ever met. He has a charming way about him that captures the hearts of those who get to know him, but he has a stubborn streak that rivals anything I've ever seen. When I was pregnant, I read everything I could get my hands on about parenting and I felt pretty content that I had a handle on what I needed to do. Armed with this information and my years of education and training in early childhood I thought I was as prepared as any new parent could be, then along came my 6 pound bundle of joy that has been proving the "experts" on childrearing all wrong. Out of the womb, this child knew that there were things he liked and things he didn't and if he didn't he let you know about it - loudly!

I remember my first few weeks at home with my little miracle. Even though I was sleep deprived and cranky, I was happy to be his mom and sat around thinking about how I wanted to raise him and the person God was planning for him to become. Then it happened...I tried to leave the house with my three week old. First parenting lesson - he hates the car! Yes that's right, the "miracle drug" for babies is a moving car and my son would have nothing to do with it. I couldn't put him in the car seat unless he was asleep - where in the hell was that written in all the literature? It took us roughly a year and a half to get to a point where a car ride longer than 20 minutes didn't mean we were all in tears. Now let's fast forward to the present. My days are spent repeating the same thing a million times (so that's an exaggeration...but not by much) to a person who has mastered the art of selective hearing. Calling his name illicit's a response of "yes mama" but he seems to go completely deaf when I instruct him not to pull the dogs tail, climb on the back of the sofa, not to go up and/or down the stairs or the myriad of other things I spend my days saying. I never once read a paragraph in any of the books or magazines that said you will begin to hate the sound of your own voice.

There are days that I just lose it...feeling like I'm going to literally pull my hair out and that I am the worse mother in the world (usually after I have yelled at him...way out of control) and then he looks up at me with those big brown eyes and says "mama I need a little hug, little kiss, big hug, big kiss, big sugar hug, big sugar kiss" and I completely melt. Parenting isn't easy but it is more rewarding than anything I've done in my life. My prayer is that we'll both get through this experience with amazing memories and little to no lasting emotional scars. I can see this is going to be one hell of a ride.

New To Blogging

I've heard so much about "blogging" but never thought that I would become part of the craze. Well, here I am - blog created and typing my first 'ology' entry.

I've tried journaling the traditional way and it has always started off well enough. A trip to the bookstore to pick out my new journal, the excitement of picking out the perfect little book - usually something flowered - to write down all these meaningful and life altering experiences. It lasts for maybe a month before "life" gets in the way and the next time I think about my journal six months have passed and the light has completely faded from my eyes. I have a closet with about six of these journals just collecting dust, so I decided that since I spend so much time on the computer that I would try my hand at this new (or maybe not so new) phenomenon.

Angie-ology is simply my way of documenting my life as I see and experience it...the good, the bad, the 'ology'. Ready, set, blog!