Practice makes HUMAN!

  With Mothers Day coming up tomorrow I can't but for some reason feel emotional, stressed and frankly inadequate.  I look around me and see all of these MOMS that seem to have their shit together (pardon my honesty).  Why do I not feel like one of them?  I have never been one to follow the pack but I am longing to be a member of the imaginary amazing mom pack right now.
  I am usually someone who is the first to help others, cheer someone up, give the first hug, wipe away the tears and do it HAPPILY :)  Why can't I always feel like that?
  Well for one thing I am not a ROBOT!  I know!  News to me too!  I have just finally found out that I am of all things, HUMAN!  I have been a little sensitive lately with random things...such as my son writing me a cute note or maybe just a cute one of my babies saying they love me over and over!
  I am not here to say that usually I am perfect, because NEWSFLASH...nobody is and NEVER will be.  I also don't want to be perfect...that would be so annoying!  I want to be ME!  I want to be normal and I think I am as normal as it gets.  With a pretty awesome family of laughter, smiles and occasional farting from one of my 4 boys...oh and sometimes our dog Brownie (another topic for another day...Brownies occasional stench)!
  I get happy when I am supposed to, sad randomly like the rest of you and sometimes even angry.  If anything I am just overwhelmed with emotions because I am HUMAN and its okay to not always get it right.  But, when you do get it right...it feels pretty good!
  I am happy, sad, excited, angry (at times), exhausted, optimistic and opinionated.  I am also so grateful to be here on this incredible journey that god has given me.  And just like so many of you...I am not always going to get it right the first time, but I can get there.  That my friend is why they came up with the phrase "PRACTICE MAKES HUMAN!" (not PERFECT anymore folks)
  
  Motherhood is such a strange dichotomy.  It is life-giving and exhausting.  It constantly exercises my faith, tests my patience, and stretches my heart.  But, as a result, my faith and patience are stronger.  My heart is bigger.  And although sometimes I still reach the end of my rope, my rope is getting longer.