As I mother I know that there is nothing more precious that my children. Only our children can create those magical moments we share with family, friends or co-workers and it’s those moments that get us through difficult times at home, a long day on the job or an illness we are fighting with all our might. I enjoy all the long “ghost under the bed” conversations and the make believe cupcakes baking in the fisher price plastic kitchen. But some of my most memorable moments with my children haven’t been so precious.

Permanent Sharpie Markers

This not so precious mommy moment was taken the night before my daughters first day of preschool. Yes her make-up was beautiful, I just wish she would have chose washable markers instead of the sharpie permanents!!

I let this be a Daddy Moment!!

This is a classic example of my son Jackson’s fascination with toothpaste. To all the autistic parent’s out there, I know you will appreciate this picture. This is one of those mommy moments I gladly passed on to Daddy!!

To all the mom’s and dad’s or grandma’s and grandpa’s I salute you. Keep those not so precious moments close to your heart. When your day seems like it just keeps getting worse reflect on those special moments and take comfort in the fact that things could be worse.
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This Poem is dedicated to all the mom’s out there. We have all been there and we will continue to go there throughout motherhood! We understand, respect and appreciate all that mom’s do now let’s just hope our kids recognize one day how much they mean to us and how much we do for them!

Our CRAZY DAYZ with
Frick, Frack, and Jack!

Big fart, skid mark, what do ya know!
Another beached whale in my toilet bowl!
Hot wheels, mom squeals! Stubbed my big toe!

Stop squeezing, no teasing!
Are your ears painted on?
Sometimes it feels like this day is too long!
Oh, I can’t think! Is that permanent ink?
Stop eating with your toes!
And get your finger out of the baby’s nose!

Crazy days, lazy days, out in the yard.
Laughing and playing, it’s not so hard.
Big hug, so much love around our home.
Who would of thought – look how we’ve grown!
Butterfly kisses, fountain wishes,
Our stars are so bright!
Mommy and Daddy, can I sleep with you tonight?

Author: Aimee H.

This poem was wrote by my best friends sister Aimee H. Now I have to take a minute and tell you a little bit more about Aimee, not only is she a wife, a mom of 3 boys and master of her universe but the lady has talent both with her hands and her heart. Have you ever met someone and thought to yourself wow what a nice person. That’s how she is. Aimee and her husband are the funniest, kindest people I think I have ever met. They are the type of people that you just want to be around. My husbands autistic nature doesn’t really allow him to be comfortable around new people or situations but from the first time we met Amiee and Mark he liked them, “they are just good folk” as he puts it. To Aimee thanks for sharing your poem with us because you are right “Every mommy needs a poopi poem!”

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Today I celebrate a mommy milestone. After years of anticipating the day when all my children would attend school giving me some much needed and deserved mommy time, I have achieved such. Now only one question remains, what the hell do I do with myself? Of course there is always housework, I have more than enough online work to keep busy and I can finally make those uninterrupted telephones calls but hey wait that’s no fun. So I climb the stairs to enjoy a shower without my three year old peeking in to make sure I was washing my hair correctly. I then run a batch of laundry taking the time to actually sort the colors as most days I just throw in whats right in front of the washer. I then sort through all my junk mail that’s been piling up on the microwave cart, discovering some great deals on pizza for dinner tonight because you know after a morning like this cooking will not be an option.

The house is quiet, I have to turn the radio on just to make some noise because the only quiet time that exists in my house is from the hours of 10:00 pm to 5:00 am while I sleep, and that even gets interrupted almost nightly. I have not had the opportunity to enjoy peace and quite like this for 14 years now and I’m bored. I’m going crazy. I am just going to say it, I miss my kids and it’s only been 2 hours since I loaded them on the bus. I now try to plan what I am going to do with myself for the next 1 ½ hour until they get home.
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