<?xml version='1.0' encoding='UTF-8'?><?xml-stylesheet href="http://www.blogger.com/styles/atom.css" type="text/css"?><feed xmlns='http://www.w3.org/2005/Atom' xmlns:openSearch='http://a9.com/-/spec/opensearchrss/1.0/' xmlns:blogger='http://schemas.google.com/blogger/2008' xmlns:georss='http://www.georss.org/georss' xmlns:gd="http://schemas.google.com/g/2005" xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2003967376948844930</id><updated>2024-09-08T07:05:58.936-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Living and Learning</title><subtitle type='html'></subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://emilymum.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2003967376948844930/posts/default?redirect=false'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://emilymum.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>Emily Mumford</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06697678507685853305</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='//blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEipz3cCejaU-cjLvP5EiUrfyamp7vJj-dW7mlg8z2gnrjuWfnoVfVRlEEn7VlFxorNBA5gau0zRuP67ZfEPHvh5twaMwbHFOU3q4y7ERKJRLgczBYge-cCyoeWdNdzAfzU/s220/photo.JPG'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>1</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>25</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2003967376948844930.post-8285258372285520714</id><published>2011-07-15T11:30:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2011-07-15T13:53:26.150-07:00</updated><title type='text'>A Different Kind of Mom</title><content type='html'>The fact that I have kids sometimes amazes me. My most defining personality characteristics are not &#39;mom&#39; characteristics. I am introverted, a perfectionist, and &lt;i&gt;impatient&lt;/i&gt;. I love being alone, and I love silence. I love spending the day pouring over a book, or playing my piano, or walking, or quietly solving life&#39;s problems over a cup of hot, strong coffee. These are my favorite things. And all of these things are the antithesis of what&amp;nbsp; motherhood requires.&lt;br /&gt;
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Motherhood is selflessness, patience, kindness, love, and sacrifice. And I have often wondered how I ended up with three children. I am annoyed by clutter, irritated by noise, and constantly locking my bedroom door for peace and quiet. Even while I write this, I hear arguing over the Xbox, my daughter&#39;s loud grating music, cabinets in the kitchen being slammed, a voice, yelling, &quot;STOP IT,&quot; and someone running up and down the stairs. And yes, I am annoyed.&lt;br /&gt;
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I have always envied those mothers who patiently listen to their children  babble ceaselessly about random, non-essential things without demanding....get to the point! Or the mothers who sigh resignedly when their children spill  Kool-Aid on carpet without freaking out over the inevitable, permanent  stain.&amp;nbsp; Or the mothers who plan craft days at home, who carry Band-aids in their purses, who have dinner planned for the next month, who never miss a dentist appointment, who spend the entire day with their children listening, encouraging, and enjoying every single moment.&lt;br /&gt;
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I have always wished I could be more like that. And I used to try to be &lt;i&gt;that&lt;/i&gt; mom. When I think of all the projects and ideas that have horribly flopped, I just laugh. I used to try to sew, decorate cakes, and do family activities. All of it went awry and left me a raw nervous wreck. I used to think....if only I could be more patient, if only I could be more relaxed, if only I could enjoy it!!!! I drove myself crazy trying to change myself into what I believed I should be. &lt;br /&gt;
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Eventually I gave up on trying to change myself, because over the years, I have learned to embrace my eccentricities and just be the mom that I am. And I am not so terrible. I am the mom who will take five kids to a Harry Potter midnight premiere. I am the mom who does not mind when six kids sleepover, stay up all night, eat nothing but junk food, and sleep til noon. I am the mom who enjoys being around teenagers (a true rarity), who plays Guitar Hero, jumps on the trampoline, and rides roller-coasters. &lt;br /&gt;
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I have learned that we are all different, and that there is no &#39;norm&#39; or standard for being a mother. And yes, I have things I need to work on...things like patience and organization. But when I look at my children and myself, I see that I am still sane, they are still alive, and most surprising of all, they love me.&lt;br /&gt;
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I found a passage in the Bible which has become my credo for motherhood: Love covers a multitude of sins (1 Peter 4:8). And I thank the good Lord for that, because I have so many flaws. I love my children more than life itself, and like most mothers, I would unhesitatingly throw myself in front of a bullet to save any one of them.&lt;br /&gt;
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If being a mother is loving another person unconditionally and selflessly, I can say that at least I have done one thing right.</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://emilymum.blogspot.com/feeds/8285258372285520714/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://emilymum.blogspot.com/2011/07/different-kind-of-mom.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2003967376948844930/posts/default/8285258372285520714'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2003967376948844930/posts/default/8285258372285520714'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://emilymum.blogspot.com/2011/07/different-kind-of-mom.html' title='A Different Kind of Mom'/><author><name>Emily Mumford</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06697678507685853305</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='//blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEipz3cCejaU-cjLvP5EiUrfyamp7vJj-dW7mlg8z2gnrjuWfnoVfVRlEEn7VlFxorNBA5gau0zRuP67ZfEPHvh5twaMwbHFOU3q4y7ERKJRLgczBYge-cCyoeWdNdzAfzU/s220/photo.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry></feed>