Home » Posh Seven Magazine | The Winter Issue Feb – March 2019
Cool Days, Hot Nights
Making Your Fantasy A Reality
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From our Founder
Dear Posh Seven Readers,
I heard somewhere that confessing your heart can be actually very good for your soul. I always thought revealing flaws was a sign of weakness my entire life. We were raised in a family where our problems were kept a secret from the outside world. We never showed our pain, hard times, or problems to anyone, not even those close to us. You would often hear me say, ouch, and when asked if I am ok, you would always get, “Oh year! I am alright!” In the past year, I have been dealing with kids getting older, demanding independence and my own limbo of knowing what to do at this stage of parenting. Nothing prepares you for motherhood and right when you think you got this thing down, think again. Bam! Your kid becomes a senior. Bam! College. Bam! 18. Bam ! Your little one has multiple personalities and rolls her eyes anytime you make eye contact. Bam! Ooh one more thing, I am convinced that she has her eyes rolled back when she sleeps too. This is the new her. The kids that looked at you adoringly, now look at you like “Mom, you don’t get it!” Suddenly you wish you had a toddler again.
My confessions in motherhood.
I am not perfect, I have never been perfect, never claimed to be and never will be.
I sometimes wipe my nose on my sleeve too.
I pray on some days that the kids are not hungry so I don’t have to make dinner.
I want to eat out as much as the kids but always lie about craving a hearty vegetable soup.
I spend way too much time on social media.
I don’t always like my kids. Sometimes they are just rude and ungrateful. I always love them and would die for them.
I fantasize about being away without my kids.
I sometimes restart the washer or dryer so I don’t have to empty the machine and put things away.
I sometimes want to yell at my kids and tell them exactly how I feel rather than biting my tongue and telling them exactly the way it is.
Sometimes I go to the gym to run away from them and I don’t work out. I sit there.
My favorite time of the day is when they are in their bed sleeping and out of my way.
I confess, I am not perfect. I love my children perfectly though in my own imperfect way….
Enjoy this issue. I worked hard on it but not as hard as I told my kids I did.