Monday Motherhood Moments ~ For Mothers Who Wear Capes…Mine Is Currently at the Cleaners In Sri Lanka

Who is this woman?! I want a pink cape and fishnet stockings! At least I know I’d fit in well at Walmart….

MOTHERHOOD

It’s a blessing, it’s a curse

A bowl of love, a booger stuck to a wee one’s finger

Soft kissable baby feet, grape-stained shirts that even Stain Stick refuses to remove

A picnic at the park, a permanent marker on the cushion of your dining room chair

A quart of giggles, a potty training nightmare

A house of love, a three year old’s tantrum in an aisle at Target over a Barbie

Little hands that hold tightly to yours, a no-nap taking ball of evil

A wondrous reflection of you in a tiny frame of sweetness, a quart of testing your patience that asks 4,000 questions an hour about why the crow outside is picking at his feathers…why doesn’t he just take a bath, why is the sky blue, will the ground ever swallow you whole, why is that lady wearing curlers in her hair at Kroger?

Pretty much. I do believe during pregnancy the amount of brain cells depleted by the unfathomable number of jars of pickles eaten or bowls of ice cream consumed transfers our minds to the little love of grace in our bellies. Babies don’t give those brain cells back. This is why LISTS become a mothers source of sanity after giving birth. Without lists, our lives would be reckless. Whoever invited the “To-Do” list was a mother. To do what? See? You need that list today…what was my point here? I didn’t write it down fast enough.

My life is crazy. Yet, I do my best to put on my cape of motherhood and head out into the bustling world of all things mom. Some days I realize my cape is at the cleaners, and when I don’t wear it, I usually end up losing my kitchen shears, only to find them later in the passenger seat of my car, or make a bowl of Mac & Cheese for the kid who HATES Mac & Cheese at lunchtime which ends in tears, or forgetting to return a library book that now costs me $23 in overdue charges. I don’t LOVE “Diary of a Wimpy Kid” that much I tell ya…

By the graceful words of Barney Stinson….

Mothers are not meant to be perfect. I’m not. So when I feel like a failure because I forgot to pick up SpongeBob fruit snacks at the store for my 8 year old who asked me 587 times to get them, I stop being sad…and I be awesome instead. And I drive all the way back to the store to buy those dad-gum fruit snacks because that’s what mother’s do.

SuperMom ~

VSK

*This is a guest post by our social media director, Valerie King, right here at IntelliGender. Valerie is also a homeschooling mother of three boys and an aspiring author who has already published several books, with more on the horizon. Her sense of humor is what keeps us laughing, and it’s blog posts like this that are DEFINITELY worth sharing! Want to learn more about Valerie or follow her blog posts? Then visit her at her personal website here. 

Monday Motherhood Moments ~ Have YOU Been There, Mom?

Do you see this disaster? The powdery dust of a little one who thought the baby powder was an entertaining toy during naptime gone wrong…

A similar momentous moment in motherhood happened to me when my twins were around eighteen months.

I started a movie, gave each of my little guys a cup of juice and darted to the shower for ten minutes of bliss. Upon stepping out of the shower, the quiet surrounded me. The quiet of two little boys getting into something they shouldn’t be.

A towel around me, my hair dripping wet, I step into the living room to find the two of them with Sharpie Markers that I had left out on the kitchen counters, caps off in hand, drawing all over each other’s faces.

Thankfully, the furniture and walls had been spared, but had I waited another five minutes to check on them, I’m quite sure this story would have gone differently.

Disasters. They are iminent in motherhood…in life. So just remember, that even if you step into your child’s room, baby powder everywhere and Vasaline in their hair…don’t fret. Breathe. We’ve all been there. After cleaning things up, treat yourself to a huge bar of chocolate and a bubble bath, because, well…you deserve it! Wouldn’t you agree? I sure do!

Thursday Crafts For Kids ~ Handprint Turkey Art

This precious little craft is perfect for children ages 4 and above.

9″ paper plate

Acrylic paint: goldenrod, brown, yellow, orange, green, red, white and black

Black marker

Paintbrush

Felt in fall colors, cut into 1″ squares

How to make it:

Place paper plate on work surface upside down and write the child’s name and the date. Turn the plate right side up. Paint entire plate with goldenrod color and set aside to dry.

Meanwhile, cut felt into 1″ pieces. Use several fall colors, such as red, brown, orange, tan, gold and cream.

Have all of your paint colors handy and a separate paintbrush for each color. Paint your child’s palm and thumb with a generous amount of brown paint. Working quickly so that the paint doesn’t have time to dry, paint each of your child’s four fingers with red, green, orange and yellow.

Have your child gently place their handprint in the center of the paper plate (you’ll need to help the younger ones, Mom). Gently press down on their hand and each individual finger to ensure a good distribution of paint.

Have them lift their hand directly up into the air so as not to smear any of the colors.

Use a paintbrush to add a red gobbler and an orange beak. Let dry.

While the paint is drying you can glue on the pieces for the frame. Pipe glue around the outside edge of the plate and press the felt squares onto the glue, overlapping the outside of the plate. Alternate the colors to create a pattern.

Use black marker to draw legs and feet.

Use the handle end of a small paintbrush to add a dot for the eye, let dry. Once dry, use a toothpick to dot on the black.

Tuesday Thoughts ~ Nursing In Public

Are you a nursing mom or planning to be?

If so, what are your thoughts on the following:

Nursing in public…

Do you choose to find a private place away from the bustling public to nurse your little one? Why or why not? How about using a nursing blanket to hide baby while you breastfeed? What are you comfortable with as a nursing mom in public? Share with us!

Monday Moments ~ Love At First Sight

 

Isn’t this picture stunning?!

Just moments after giving birth, this loving new mom cradles her new little life.

I remember my special moment of becoming mom like it was yesterday. For me, the birth of my twins was a scary moment. An utterly, overwhelming, and heart stopping moment of fear. Why? My boys were born 10 weeks early. With the uncertainty of their prematurity, I wasn’t really able to enjoy the first moments of their life. But I will say…the love of motherhood was instantaneous for me.

Love at first sight is real. Especially when your eyes meet the eyes of your child for the very first time.

When my third son was born four years later, my experience was much different. I was able to hold him right after birth, caress his plump pink cheek right away, and nurse him just minutes after he was laid in my arms for the very first time.

But as I relish those first moments with my children, I can say without a doubt…

Love at first sight is real. No matter how early, how late, how easy your birth is, or how hard it was…when your eyes meet the eyes of your child for the very first time the feeling is the same. Amazing and unexplainable…in the most magical way.

~ Valerie King

IntelliGender

Social Media Director

Tuesdays Thoughts ~ The Art of Mothering

 

The art of mothering…motherhood is an art, did you know that?

When a woman becomes a mother for the very first time, it’s like an artist sitting in front of a blank canvas picturing something beautiful to paint.

When your child is placed in your arms for the very first time, he or she is a blank canvas waiting for you to paint with love, understanding, protection and trust. As your child grows, so do you. As you “paint” your child’s world, they are also painting yours.

There is nothing more beautiful than the colorful portrait of a child gracefully reflected in the eyes of their mother.

 

M-O-T-H-E-R

“M” is for the million things she gave me,
“O” means only that she’s growing old,
“T” is for the tears she shed to save me,
“H” is for her heart of purest gold;
“E” is for her eyes, with love-light shining,
“R” means right, and right she’ll always be,
Put them all together, they spell “MOTHER,”
A word that means the world to me.
–Howard Johnson (c. 1915)