I hate it when I’m waiting for my Mom to cook dinner and then I remember I am the Mom. Shit. Me. Sometimes it’s annoying but most days I love it. I’m proud to be the Mommy; because of this I am ok with “adulting.” I’m the one in charge. Yeah yeah yeah the man is the “head of the house” but lets be honest My Big Fat Greek Wedding said it best, “the man is the head of the house but the woman is the neck and the neck can turn the head anyway it wants to.” So that’s me in a nutshell. Just being the neck; the emotional and physical support system for my family The one who everyone in the household turns to.
“Where’s my _______.” “I can’t find my _____.” “What are we doing this weekend?” Baby cries, she wants her mommy. As most Moms know, without you it’d all be chaos. Maybe not at first but give it a day or two…. the men wouldn’t eat. The house would definitely not be clean. The animals might be fed but most likely wouldn’t have clean drinking water. The laundry wouldn’t be done… or at least not dried, folded and put away. Who knows what the heck the kids would be wearing, or eating, or even doing for that matter. The houseplants would be dehydrated beyond saving.
Let us all face the facts ladies and gentlemen, Moms rule. I rule. I may not be perfect. My family may not be perfect. But we are all perfect for each other – I can proudly say that I am the matriarch to my own clan of weirdo’s and I wouldn’t have it any other way.
You’ve got me – Mommy Morgan!
Nick, my fiance and the daddy to our daughter, pets and plants.
Our beautiful five month old daughter Maxly.
Our rescue chihuahua Minnie.
Up until recently we had two adopted kitties, Mr. Deeds and Small Cat but as of last Sunday we recused a 9 1/2 year old female cat named Baby – so our three cats.
Our tortoise Olive .
And then our 20+ houseplants.
It sounds like a lot, because it is a lot. But it’s us. This is us. This is our lives; we are all each others family.
I may doubt myself sometimes, feel defeated, tired, exhausted rather aka not feeling the best version of myself. Feeling unneeded or under appreciated… but then my daughter gives me a look, a coo, a wet kiss that she specifically was saving for me. The cats will nudge me with their heads for belly rubs in spots that only I know about about. The dog snuggles up in my neck when I’m sleeping and nibbles my ear. The tortoise rushes towards my voice when I call out her name when I enter the room. My fiance will give me an extra long kiss or look or squeeze when we put the baby to bed, our “alone time.”
That’s when I remember, or rather am reminded that I am special. I am important. I am their Mother. Their partner. Their caregiver. Their love. Their Matriarch.
The Word of Mommy Morgan✨🌿 