Mama to one, wife, student, and writer at One Word at a Time (https://akominetsky.wordpress.com). Surviving on coffee and laughter.
Alyce is a full time Professional Communications student, and full-time Wife and Mama. When she isn't busy chasing after her five-year-old; she loves reading, writing, and dabbling in photography. She proudly admits to her obsession with reality television.
Her feet will carry her wherever she needs to go. The road ahead is endless and full of dreams of possibilities. And, although I can't walk everywhere with her, she will always be by my side because she is a piece of me. And I am a piece of her. No matter the size of her shoes.
Are we enough as moms? Are we doing a good enough job? Are our kids missing out? The list goes on and on my friends. Why do we do this to ourselves? Our kids love us. Unconditionally. They love us when we are at our best, but they love us just the same when we're not.
In the quiet of your room I felt myself fighting back tears. In the quiet of your room I realized how quickly you are growing. In the quiet of your room I felt the incredible pressure. In the quiet of your room I felt the weight of being your mom. Being a mom, being your mom, is my greatest joy. But it is also my biggest responsibility.
With every new life experience the gap between us continues to fade... Even though the distance separates us physically, our bond is stronger than ever. I treasure our long chats about everything and nothing at all. I treasure the time we do have together. Each moment is a gift. But, most of all, I treasure you. My big sis. You are my constant, my rock, my sounding board, my very best friend.
These wondrous creatures love life. Fully and whole-heartedly. Every morning my daughter wakes up with a smile on her face, ready to conquer the world... At five-years-old, her journey is a blank slate. Each day my daughter's little feet make their mark in this world, and she finds simple joy with every step. Cheers, five-year-old, for living life to the fullest!
That's the curse with being a mom. In an instant we doubt everything we have done. We quickly blame ourselves. I know my little girl doesn't think she is fat. She heard it on television; and, like so many other words, she repeated it back. However, that doesn't make the moment less important. It doesn't make hearing her say that word any easier. She is a product of her environment. She sees everything. She hears everything. She internalizes everything. As her parents, my husband and I can instill all the self-worth in the world. But, in an instant, it can be broken.