When the good is more and the bad is less, you have progress.

  Not all adventures in motherhood are fun, funny nor enjoyable. There is heartache and pain along the way. This is a good thing.
  When your children grow two sizes in one summer their little bodies hurt. Oh sure it's exciting once they are done but it's not easy getting there. Not to mention, but I will, the financial pain it causes me. Three pairs of shoes for one kid in one summer hurts.
  Along the growth journey mamas grow too. No not in height though two more inches for me would be well worth the growing pains. Ok sometimes we grow physically when we put on some "mom weight". And that growth is lame!
  No good mom growth is emotional growth because it also adds strength to our mom arsenal.
  Mine has been the lesson in forgiveness and breaking painful cycles. (You can read all about that in the "woe is me blog") So many amazing moms have been hurt and kicked when they were down... they got up. I know I did and I faltered and went down again. Today is Mother's Day and dammit I am standing. I'm standing all five feet with my shoulders back and head up.
  Tomorrow? Well tomorrow who knows, it's a mystery.
  Happy Mother's Day to all the moms standing today, and the ones that aren't you will be standing again.

My heart melted in acid then turn to poop

  My sweet cherub faced baby boy has a girlfriend. We sometimes tease my son that he is Norman Bates.  The fact is he's a mama's boy and I love it. I know that God gave mothers sons as a special gift and you're not going to convince me otherwise. Here's an example of why I believe that; yesterday while driving to school the kids and I were discussing who they look like, me or their dad. I told them they look like the best of both of us and at the same time like neither of us. My daughter then says mom I've been told I look like you did when you were my age . I said yes I think that's probably true (insert Normans comment here) "does that mean she's going to get to look like you when she's your age?" "No son she's going to be much prettier." Norman, "there's no way possible mama you're too pretty that would be too hard for her to do". Now to an old, short, fat woman this was the greatest compliment. Even at 10 he still climbs into my lap puts is hot fat little jam hands on my face and tells me how much he loves me.
  Enter the happy home wrecker.
Who does this underage hussy think she is coming in here trying to look into the soul of my son? She didn't kiss his wounds, she didn't change his diapers, she didn't get to read him Goodnight Moon to him every night, therefore she doesn't get to have hot little jam hands on her face hearing about how he loves her. Okay okay maybe a little bit disproportionate they are only 10 but the pain of hearing the story still stung just a little.
  She won't be stealing him away from me anytime soon I do understand that. This is a  glimpse into the not so distant future. Over the next several years we will have the battle between childhood and adulthood and finding their way in the world. Along the way a mama's heart will break just a little bit each day with the eventual knowledge that they will move on, they will move out, and they will grow up . With a little luck, lots of love and patience knowing they grew up correct I  have hope they will come home.