When I was4 years old, I called myself “I yaya”.I said it with conviction and with heart because I believed in me. I am 32 years old, mother of 3, My 8 year old daughter who I reference as my co-parent when my husband is traveling, my 5 year old shopaholic/infomercial junkie daughter and my almost 3 year old F-5 tornado son who destroys everything with so many kisses. I am a wife to a hardworking, devoted man who entered my life and willingly accepted not only my craziness, but my 3 year old and my 6 month old. (and they say there arent any goout there.
Our lives are crazy hectic and whether I’m apologizing for my son singing Justin Beiber at high volumes in Giant Eagle or smiling at the stranger awaiting me to discipline my tantrum stricken little ducklings, I never apologize for being me. After all, I embrace the chaos, otherwise, I would be crying and I am not a pretty crier.
I love my big family and wouldnt change the drama, sweat or tears just to avoid taking up the entire corridor in just about every public facility possible. We roll deep and if you don’t accept one, then you accept none, but we are okay with that too.
Be true, be you.