Carmen always dreamed of being a business owner. She knew she had the wit and the determination to own her own business. She just wasn’t sure what that business should be.
Knowing it was an important decision, she started doing her research. She looked into several network marketing setups and knew that wasn’t right for her. She considered starting a business in a different state, but once she realized the travel, she knew that wasn’t the best fit either.
I’m glad that the only pictures of my bare baby bottom are tucked away in a brown photo album hidden at the back of my mom’s living room cabinet storage. But let’s face it. Our kids will never have that luxury.
In fact, I’m glad that, thanks to social media, y’all have all seen pictures of my kids’ bare baby bottoms because they are just so dimply and adorable. I’m not ashamed of the sharing. You can thank Instagram for allowing you to enjoy that sweetness too.
My kindergartner might not be a professional decorator yet, but she is an excellent listener. She jolted out of the car before I’d even shifted into park in our garage. She beelined for the recycle bin, digging deep for the Nike box she remembered we finally discarded from Christmas gifting.
“Momma, you aren’t allowed to help me. Because I don’t even need your help. I’m big now. I know just how I want to decorate my box!”
Wooden beads (we ordered ours on amazon but you can find them at a craft store too!)
If I counted the number of times in a day that I remembered I forgot something, well I’d be a really good counter. And a really good rememberer. Which just isn’t true about me. If we’re honest it’s not true about most of us as moms.
We certainly don’t mean to forget our kids’ backpacks, our change of workout clothes for after the office sweat, our son’s soccer jersey, or our husband’s birthday. But we are so busy. And so tired. Remembering doesn’t come easy.