The mama I want to be

I have this image in my head of what kind of mom I’d be if I had the time, money, and energy to figure out how to become her.

For one, I’d make just about everything. I haven’t decided if I want to for health reasons or because I’m so cheap, but I’d definitely make my own everything. (Okay, not everything.. but the luxurious soaps, face washes, scrubs, laundry detergent, etc, etc. All infused with glorious essential oils).

I would have my own garden to grow my own veggies. This is an ideal, but I know I’d hate it. Bugs, dirt… Not my thing. But I want the “free,” fresh, healthy foods.
I would make healthy meals every day. No processed foods for this family! It would all come from my wonderful garden, and I would be intentional about the meals I made and fed my family.

I would have chickens. Those fresh eggs are the best. I know, thanks to my in-laws.
I would go garage sale-ing as often as possible during the summer, and make glorious DIY projects out of my one-of-a-kind finds.

I would (learn how to) decorate my house with said one-of-a-kind-finds-turned-glorious-DIY-projects.

I would keep my house clean. Like company presentable. As I’ve gotten older, I’ve begun taking pride in my home–I enjoy seeing it clean and tidy. I would love to keep things clean throughout the week so I’m not so stressed about cleaning on the weekends, but we all know I can keep dreaming.

I would teach my daughter with creative, thoughtful, and intentional activities. (Hello, Pinterest!)

I would explore my creativity and be one of those artsy moms.

Eh, maybe I don’t want it that much. Most of these things are possible, but would take a lot of time. I have to remind myself sometimes that a creative life requires more time than I’m willing to give right now. Everyday when I come home from work, I am greeted by a little girl waiting with squeals and slobbery kisses. As soon as I walk in the door, I don’t want to do anything but love on my baby. I love my time with my family, and they are my priority. So even though I enjoy dreaming of my “ideal”, in reality, I’ve already got it.