My Name is Mommy

Okay, so my name wasn’t always Mommy, though I always knew it would be. My name is also Kerri, but Mommy-or some version of it-is what I’m called most of the time. Oh yes, there are variations.

Mom.

Mommmmmmm!!

Mommmmeeeeeeee!!!

Samantha’s mom!! Jake’s mom!!!!

Not “Luke’s mom!,” yet. But that’s because Luke is only almost one, and his friends don’t have many words yet. But there is Luke’s version as well, which is “mumumumumum”. Or, if Cory and I are sitting together, “dadmum,” which is a new one as of last night.

No, I wasn’t always “Mommy.” That didn’t come until my daughter, who is now five, was only a year herself. And before I was Mommy, I was mumumum. I can’t say exactly the day that I became Mommy, but it would be unimaginable to me now not to be. My name is Mommy, and I love it.

So, what’s this blog all about? Gooooood question. Mostly me, my family, the things I like, and the things I like to do. The twist? Honesty. It is so hard to find complete honesty in anything anymore. Certainly not in advertising. Hopefully in relationships, though not guaranteed. Not even always when we’re alone with our own thoughts.

So, my goal is honesty. Honesty about life, motherhood, friendships, weight-loss (I hate it, at least the process. Is that honest enough?), relationships, etc. Why? Because I said so. (Sorry, that just came out.) Because I think it’s what I need. It’s what I yearn for. (Yes, I know I ended that with a preposition. Leave me alone.) It’s what lets me know where I stand.

So, I will do my best to be honest here. Please join me in this. We’re our best with each other, I think, when we’re honest with each other. When we don’t have to pretend we’re perfect. I’m not, and neither are you. (Good start on honesty, aye?) When we don’t have to pretend that life is always grand and that we are always good. But, the flip side as well. We’re not always overwhelmed and tired and stressed, either. We have great days, too, and isn’t it more fun to share those moments with each other than play the “I’m more stressed out than you” game? I think so.

So, that’s it. I’m here, I hope you are, too. Oh yeah, I tend to ramble. If you’re not good with that, you’ll get really sick of being here. Honestly.

See you tomorrow…