Tiffany jones, winner of the Facebook flash giveaway!
Garth Brooks is in town and I have tickets…well had tickets :-/
I have said for years, if Garth starts touring, I am THERE! And it just so happens he is in Denver and I can’t go because I am a mom.
My parents are out of town and can’t watch our kids. And since our youngest is a fit-throwing, hair-pulling cotton-headed ninny muggins, I don’t feel right asking someone else to watch him. And side note to whoever said it gets easier after 3 kids are all liars. Our #4 is the sweetest thing but also the toughest. How can I ask my friends, “Hey I know you have kids of your own, but don’t you want to take my 4 for the day??!”
I honestly I think Trisha was counting on me being at her show because I DO have her cookbook so we are basically BFF’s. So I am sure she will be disappointed.
As I was driving my kids to school and giving myself a pity party & this thought raced across my mind…”My kids are worth giving up everything and this is no different.” Truth be told I have given up a lot as a mom like sleep, my 6 pack, & my sanity on certain days. We had to end up giving away our precious family dog this week because we found out our son is epi-pen allergic. And even though we waited 4 years for the perfect yard to get a dog and the hundreds of dollars we spent on the dog is now down the drain…our kids are worth it.
Some people might think it’s silly to be upset over missing a concert. But as a mom, going to the bathroom alone is a victory. So a night on the town with my mountain man sounded like going to Jamaica for me.
But why are they worth it? I need to say it out loud and on purpose that they are worth it. I had this thought because I had 1 sick kid. I was wearing the same outfit as the day before. I hadn’t washed my hair in 5 days and had just found Oreo crumbs on my neck. I mean…what mom or dad after a long day says, “I think some kale sounds good about right now.” No one…ever. Pass the cookies and a glass of Kombucha. (I have to act like I am healthy because I live in Denver). One of my friends asked me the other day if I was a runner because of the fancy pants I was wearing and my answer was, “Nope this is just the only thing that was clean.”.
The answer: They just are.
I have been pooped on, they have puked in my hair, my hair has fallen out, I have high school acne, I cook them 3 meals a day and rarely get a thank you, heck they probably won’t even appreciate me until they get my age…but that’s ok. Plus a pity party looks good on no one along with blue eyeliner and acid washed jeans and carrying a self stick.
I mean if your closest friends saw the side of you that your kids do, I bet they wouldnt stick around. Can I get an Amen?
I was telling my friend, Johanna, once after a particularly hard week, that I am not even sure why my kids like to be around me because I am not even that nice at times. But they do. They love me without conditions. I remember apologizing to my oldest for being stressed out and rude that week and his response, “Mom, what are you talking about?” He didn’t even remember!
Thank goodness for yoga pants and forgetful memories. Maybe I haven’t screwed them up yet.
Truth be told sometimes they have chocolate chips for dinner and their juice is not organic…gasp!
So maybe next year we can go to a Garth concert. But if not, I will just annoy my kids with my Garth boxed set on repeat and my awful singing renditions of his songs; which sounds pretty perfect to me.
So here is to all you moms and dads who give up so much to be parents. We are blessed to have happy, healthy children even if they make us miss a Garth Brooks concert or two. And here is to our parents who gave up the same things for us whether it was a Bachman Turner Overdrive or Lynyrd Skynyrd concert.
I am thankful that this was my biggest struggle this week. I did take a shower and finally remembered to wipe the Oreo off my neck. And I listened to my 2 youngest fight over the Easter eggs I bought yesterday. You know I literally would not trade it for anything.
I caught my little girl singing a song in the car the other day. It’s a little hard to hear so crank up the volume because this is what it’s all about.
“You are my momma,
my only momma,
you make me happy, when skies are gray,
you’ll never know dear, how much I love you,
please don’t take my momma away.”