I AM the mom that:

~will lay down & die for you
~would kill for you
~will hold you, rock you, sing to you, snuggle you, cry as I watch you sleep
~will read to you every night
~will buy you your first laptop at three & let you have a facebook profile at six
~will give in and eventually let you wear clothes with licensed characters on them (occasionally)

~will sing (really loud) with you & dance all over the house
~always has hand sanitizer, tissues & band-aids
~help you with your homework & makes you do more
~breastfed you
~is VP of the PTO
~keeps 90% of your artwork
~will stand up for you
~will teach you how to kick ass
~will let you swear because words only have the power we give them
~will ensure you don;t have sex until you are old enough to handle it

~will always know where you are
~will know what you are doing because I was the worst child EVER
~will watch movies & share a blanket with you
~will watch Spongebob Scaredy Pants 300X because it makes you happy
~will make you smoke a whole pack of cigarettes {at once} if I catch you smoking one
~will make you drink until you puke & spin the first time I catch you drinking
~will love you like crazy cakes

The Key to...

...life? success? happiness? your mind? I am reading these stories written by religious women and they are deep, profound & tear-jerking. This is foreign to me. This "faith". This ability to embrace God giving us more than we can handle. The injustice of losing a child. Suffering through illness and death. Yet these women are strong, inspired, motivating and easy to relate to. They are pro-life. Causing me to redefine that term. Pro-life. For life. Aren't we all? I mean I blew the whole sex before marriage thing & I will fight for woman's' rights until I can no longer speak but I have finally begun to fathom why certain women feel this way. It started when I met my Yin. I am her Yang. She is a republican. I am a democrat. She is pro-life. I am pro-choice. She chooses her words carefully. I swear like a trucker & outside of a professional environment blurt out the first thoughts that pop into my demented mind. But we are so much alike it is frightening. We are strong, We are competitive (me more than her), we are driven & we take motherhood & friendship very seriously. I am learning. I hope I am shedding some light on this side as well. ~Queen Crazy Mum of Insanityville