The most unglamorous best rewarded job

Me and my middle daughter Analise when
she was about 1 yr old. My oldest daughter
Estrella took this pic:)

Life as a mother brings with it many surprises, challenges, joys, frustrations, discoveries, tenderness, worries, dreams and so on. I think even the youngest first time mom expects most of this things. The one thing we still refuse to believe at the time, is that we will ever not care how we look, what we are wearing or even if our hair is combed.

The more children we have, the more relaxed we get raising them. Meaning our confidence increases, we are less paranoid, and don’t double boil everything that goes in their mouth. We all heard the famous stages of cleaning a pacifier by how many children we have. First baby we boiled the pacifier every time it touches the floor. Second child we wash it with soap and water. Third child we clean it by doing a quick clean up with our mouth. By the fourth we just blow on it or wipe it against our jeans.

There are things that start to take priority as we go in this journey. At some point in the first crazy months after having your first baby, you look in the mirror and think “YIKES” whatever happened to me? Then you decide you are going to make an effort to look nice. You fix your hair and even some minimum makeup before going to the store, you still choose to shower before sleep, you try keeping up with the laundry, and cooking wholesome meals. But for us with more than one we know the truth. By the time you have 3 kids the most you do is make sure your t-shirt appears to be clean before running out for groceries. You throw your hair up in a very unsexy pony tail and hastily clean your face with a wipe while you are running out to the car, just to make sure there are no crumbs left on it from the hastily eaten cold piece of pizza you had while running around the house picking up evil tiny toys and looking for pacifiers.

It is when you reach this stage, that you realize is those precious moments that make you smile inside, are what really matters. That’s when you need to slow down and enjoy the moment. Savor it and imprint it in you memory. When your child reaches up to you with their tiny arms, their sweet voice saying mami I love you, their contagious laughter, their stumbling steps, their sloppy kisses.
Who cares if you look like you just went through a hurricane, or your mascara ran because they made you laugh so hard you cried, or your hair looks goofy because they wanted to comb it for you and make you pretty. Those things do not matter, is the precious moments that will always warm your heart and the time you spend with your little treasures that will forever make you beautiful in their eyes.

Me and my youngest daughter Coral