The Kind of Mom I Want To BE

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This morning as I said my prayers I asked Heavenly Father to bless me with the things I need to be the kind of mom I want to be.  I, apparently think that God already knows what kind of mom I want to be.  Good for him, because after that I was left to wonder what kind of mom I want to be.

As I thought more about it I realized I want to be the kind of mom that I want my kids teachers to be.

There is one thing I really took away from marching band back when I was young and virile:

Work Hard, Play Hard
Well, that and a phobia to memorizing music.  Man, when we worked — we WORKED.  Pushups, focused, the whole nine yards (including hashes, ha, ha) but some of my fondest memories is when we played.  Loads of fun, really enjoying each other’s company.
But that IS the kind of mom I want to be.  Really, the kind of person I want to be.  I think that’s why I like schedules so much.  I really like to focus on ONE thing and really DO that thing.  That doesn’t mean that I’m not also dealing with a million different things at once, but in a perfect world….
That is to say that when it’s time to work I want to show my kids how to stay on task, stay focused and really do a great job.  Then, when it is time to play I want to be the funnest moms on the block. Of course, that wouldn’t be hard considering much of our block is retired… but I digress…
I hope I can gain the attributes necessary to BE that kind of mom.  I know with God’s help I can.  What kind of mom do you want to be?  How are you going to make that happen?

P.S.  Conner’s blog (xplod xplodes, on the right) could use a little comment love.  In case you have some comment love to give. :)

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  1. says

    Fabulous. Be vigorous. Vibrant. Vivacious.

    An old boyfriend, while playing one-on-one basketball with my Mom, became distressed at her aggressive and physical style. He held the ball up where she couldn’t reach it without knocking him over and said, “I really think that football is your game”. She worked hard and played hard.

    But still, you might want to leave “virile” to the guys.

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