I’m Jacqui Bester. Wife to an amazing husband and mother of 5 wonderful children, aged 7; 6; 4; 2 and 11 weeks. 🙂 Yip.. That’s ME… CHAOS!
3 years ago I had the opportunity to become a SAHM.
I was beyond excited, after teaching for 15 years I was finally able to put down my red pen and stay at home with my kids. (A life long dream)….
I had read so many blog posts on becoming a stay at home mom, the mere thought of it had me hearing songs of angels. I had dreamed up this romantic notion of perfection!
FAST FORWARD…….There were no angels singing…
Only little people screaming. Screaming at me, at each other, screaming for getting a ‘Sofia the First’ cup and not a ‘Cars’ one. Screaming because I dared to cut the toast, or offered peanut butter instead of cheese. I barely had enough time for a sip of coffee, let alone all the other domestic responsibilities that come with the territory of being a stay-at-home mom. Heck, some days I didn’t even get a chance to shower, or change out of my PJ’s! Anything but romantic.
Where were all those perfect days where I would have time for crafts and games, and reading stories to little ones, and baking… those joys that so many of the moms from the blog posts I had read wrote about. The owl shaped sandwiches with perfect cut beaks and wings… The pressure to be that PERFECT mom brought tears to my eyes. Someday’s, I just could not do it!
Don’t get me wrong! I am totally obsessed and overly possessive, of my children. They are my world, my priority! But I have learned that I am a far cry from the blog-moms who seem to have it all figured out… does that perfect mom really exist?
So anyway, I grew tired of reading all these blogs about the baking mom and the soccer mom, where everything is always sunshine and roses… And I decided to be an honest mom albeit sometimes messy!!
It is hard and exhausting, and sometimes it takes all the will power you have, to get out of bed in the morning. But through all the tiresome and sometimes mundane activities, when that little one kisses you goodnight and says “I Love You Mommy”, filling every fibre of your being with unspeakable love, that’s when you know you are going to be alright. That you are doing the best you can.
So this is me.
One Messy Mama