Some days this is how our schedule goes; wake up early with Boston, make her a breakfast that she just plays with, let her get out of her high chair to play, try to clean and have Boston crawl over me, try to eat my breakfast and have Boston crawl all over me, put Boston down for a nap, I end up napping work her cause it takes over a half hour for her to fall asleep, make her a lunch that she just plays in, take her to do some sort of activity, go to the grocery store where she is either an angel for everyone or has a huge meltdown, come home make dinner for her where she usually plays in it, try to eat my own while she crawls all over me, try to take a relaxing bath where she stands outside the bathtub and begs to get in, I give in and trade my relaxing bubble bath for rubber ducks and splashing, try to get her down for bed till she puts up a good enough fight that she ends up in mine... And trying to find time to work out, do makeup and hair and craft and cook to keep up with every other mom that tends to always look flawless ect... AND repeat...(someone please tell me in not the only mom who feels this way).
That's a typical day, sometimes I feel overwhelmed and wish I had me time... Only sometimes though, In between all the fits and the crawling I get to see my baby girl learn and grow.
I get to see her first smile, hear her first laugh, watch the excitement on her face as she has her first crawl or step. I sometimes look at her and think to myself that I am the person who will love her more than anyone else and I love when she looks at me and just knows that.
I saw this dumb quiz online "what type of mom are you"? I took it... Before I looked at the results I decided to shut the screen off... I'm just a happy mom, a learning one, a grateful one. I someways may be the frazzled one with messed up hair swears on and on other days a different one.
Although at times overwhelming, I would never trade in the stinky diapers, no time for myself, or anything else for the time for her. I'm so thankful for my baby Boston today, her little crooked smile and big brown eyes make my world a better place.
Ashlynn j Bronson
...in this world filled with so much bad it's so important to surround yourself with some of the good..
This was so sweet this made me cry a bit, especially after reading Tonya trying to trash you again. I don't know you like I know her but I admire what you have done for yourself and your baby. Anyone who knows her see's through what she is. I'm so happy Boston has you and I am so glad you have her! Trust me being raised in a situation like this... Boston will love you and see Tonya for what she is... I love your posts so much. Keep your head up. You are beautiful. Your baby is beautiful. You, not Tonya, is winning. Keep letting her copy you and trying to be you. She never will. Please keep my comment anonymous. I don't want her to attack me like she does everyone else since we know each other. Thank you and blessings
ReplyDeleteOkay.... I just read hers... Of course nobody likes her from our town. She is classless to the point of extreme. Thank your lucky stars she is out of tours and Boston's life
ReplyDeleteHahah oh my! In your own words she is "bat shit crazy"!! She does a blog for attention and to lie. It's sickening. That's why she posts it on her Facebook and Instagram. Dumb! She changed her settings so none of us can post our comments anymore but I heard one of your friends is giving out her number and email? Who can I call to get it?
ReplyDeleteAshlynn, I just want you to know that I think you are such a good mom. I think you are amazing for doing this by yourself. Your a hard worker, strong, funny, sweet and someday you will see how Boston will think the same. Don't worry about others who try to invade your world. They don't matter. What matters is the daily little things, because over time they add up. You are Boston's world. As mothers, we always are unindated with the constant, boring, same old, same old. It just graduates to include school, dance, piano, and whatever. This is your life for the next 18 or so years. And, when it's over and done with, you will look back with fondness and love and be so grateful for the ride.
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