Unexpected

Over the last few years, the people who have known me the longest, known the pre-mom me, have told me they are surprised. They are surprised by the type of mom I am. Not what they expected.

I let my kiddo get dirty. I let him run around with a messy face and crazed hair. I let him get covered in glue and flour and sugar and mud and paint. I never worry too much about germs. I don't make him wash his hands every hour or scrub him down with antibacterial hand cleanser.
He's my glimpse into childhood through a different set of eyes. I'm a mom who encourages wild dreaming and free thinking while at the same time adamant about learning something every single day. I want him to notice how beautiful the world is around him. How every day is special.

He makes me want to be a better person.
He makes me want to make my life more meaningful.
He makes me daydream more.
He makes my story more interesting.
He makes me a better me.

I found this video several months ago. I watch occasionally, when I've feeling doubtful, or sentimental, because it just says it all.....