I love being a mom.

There. I said it. I really do love being a mom.

I find that for the most part when talking to friends or family about our children - we - moms - dads - whomever - tend to focus on the crazy moments.

I tell my mother how my daughter lost her mind and became demon child in Target. I tell friends, as well. I explain how she told me to leave her alone the other night. Then when I shouted "excuse me?" she added a "please" to the request. Or maybe order?

And I guess I do tell my mom the good stuff, too. But when I turn to my virtual world of peeps I often (not necessarily always in here, but more often than not) focus on the needs of a sanity break. Just read my twitter stream. You'll see how sanity is underrated is a theme of mine.

But I love being a mom. The moments my daughter brings me are completely incredible and refreshing and though stressful at times, things I'd never pass up for even a minute. Ever.

We took her to see Chipwrecked and although her focus was on the HUGE popcorn in front of her, watching her stand up and dance with abandon at the final scene was beyond precious.

When I put my parents on speaker and she sings for them, whether the words are the right ones (Baby, you're a firework!) or she's making up the Chanukah blessings (more right than you'd expect at age 4) it's unforgettable.

Watching her write Thank You and I <3 U to people who have given her gifts this holiday season.

Laughing together over whatever happens to be funny at the moment.

Her excitement over the smallest things.

SO despite her eating me out of house and home, wanting a cookie, or two, or four, every hour or so, and not getting to sleep until way after ten o'clock, I'd never skip those book reading, snuggling, hand-holding, hair-brushing (even with the 'ow' after 'ow'), keppe kissing moments for anything in the world. Ever.

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