CHEERS

Maybe it is getting older and as I like to think wiser. Or maybe it is the fact I am a mom. But whatever reason it is, I think three words should be said daily as a tool in living life to its fullest..."I love you." "You are fabulous." and "Cheers."

Cheers...While partaking communion during a church service with my son one sunday, I look proudly over at him as he was reaching for his "wine." That moment was fleeting as he turned to me and very loudly said, "mom, CHEERS!"

So to all of you out there, Love ya. You're fabulous and it is 5 o'clock somewhere so "Cheers!"

Happy Mom?

I must admit every once in a while, well okay, everyday, as I am standing outside my son's school I constantly check out the other moms. "She's so skinny." "She's not skinny enough." "My god, if only I could get my hands on her hair and cover up her gray streaks-she'd be a knock-out." "What in the hell is she wearing?" Then of course, I look down at my poorly chosen outfit for the day, running shorts and tank top only to mentally make a note to wear my navy Anna Sui dress with my Luchessee cowboy boots complete with big silver hoop earrings. Regardless of my exact thoughts on other moms, I am constantly in sync and aware of their status and style and how I compare myself to them? "Am I up to date on my style," I wonder. "Am I cool or better yet, a sexy mom?" "Am I a mom that gets admiration from other men and jealous looks from other moms?" "Do I look like mom that has a life even though I stay at home and keep my kids from calling supernanny 24/7?" Am I one of those moms that I swore I'd never be? Or horror of horrors, have I already turned into my mom??? And lastly, "AM I A HAPPY MOM????" I smile as I spot my son running out of the school doors...Yes, I am a very happy mom all "decked" out in her running shorts, tank top.

Therapy

I consider myself a smart girl but lately I have been doubting my intelligence. Maybe it has to do with explaining to my six year old why the teacher calls him by his real name, "charles" as it will appear on his drivers license when he doesn't even know how to put the car in drive. Or perhaps trying to explain to my 4 year old while humping a pillow often daily may not be the best idea. Or even trying to decipher what my 19 month old is telling me...in her own gaga language. But I do know this, therapy which I have always thought it was a way of admitting to yourself that you are a bad person, a failure or an embarrassment in reality it is totally the opposite. Therapy is the most empowering tool you can do for yourself, and I am amazed of how much of a stronger person and mother I am because of it.