This week, my six-year-old son, did something so incredibly disappointing.
So much so, that he is grounded from Pokemon for 30 days. 
Which is HUGE in his Grade-One-little-mind. 

My two-year-old head butted me so hard, I swore for days I had a wiggly tooth.

And my five year old, thought it would be cool to swipe her shoes off & throw them outta my moving-mini-van window. 

Even cooler, is her recent rough-housing at school. 
Pip has been pushing like it's her job. She'll perch herself onto the slide and work it like a Lifeguard at a water park. Giving the kids a wee push going down. 
Some kids love it. Some don't. 
Point is she won't stop.

So, we thought a talk with the Principal was in order. 
However, she LOVED her experience going down to the BIG office. 
Actually, won't stop talking about it. 
She just keeps yelling out the Principal's last name, outta nowhere, as if to tell us they're now friends.

But, even much cooler than that, is when I stepped outside for 12.4 seconds to let the dog out-to-pee and she slammed the patio doors locked. 


Our damn-ten-year-old-dog, is afraid of the rain. 
So, I had to walk out with him. 
Bear in mind, I am in no shoes, my shirt soon soaks through & we can see each other through the glass doors. 
And she can clearly hear and see me shouting to open-the-heck-up.
Yet, she just keeps dancing away. 
Coming back every so often to tease me, as she pretends to unlock the door.
Then she'll throw her head back, laugh with her whole body & prance away.

Pip went to bed that night probably for the first time ever, not being snuggled. 
Just bathed - brushed.
Lights out. 

I went to bed that night defeated. 
Wondering why my kids were acting out. 
Questioning what I was doing wrong?
Because, those that know me, know I love my babies hard. 
And I strive to be a good mom, that makes good people. 
But, try as hard as I might.
Lessons still need to be learned.

On their own.

The next morning, Pip immediately needed to get a good cuddle in. 
As if she missed out, big time, on the night before's.
And as she wrapped her arms around me & 
whimpered out, "so sorry mom", I knew she was.

I knew the lesson was learned.
But, feck me, the fact that it had to get to that level to learn it.
What in the bloody heck did I sign up for? 
This mommahood thing is soooo hard.

Being a mom, seriously kicks you in the gut! 
Literally, everyday, over & over.
From loving another human, as much as you do.
From disheartening to sweet moments. 
From scary experiences to learning to let go.
It stretches you, like nothing else and it takes ALL of you.
Because, YOUR ROLE is so important. 
Your role is SO POWERFUL.
Your role helps create, who your children will be.

And even if they happen to be a Wild Child like mine, Happy Mother's Day anyways.