MommyTLC

Last night we had the opportunity to experience the circus. Not only was it a first for my 2 yr old daughter, it was also a first for me. We loved every minute of it! Although the acts were entertaining, I still found myself constantly watching the reaction of my daughter, waiting for her laughter. I cheered when she cheered, I clapped when she clapped. Her emotions were my emotions.

When I really think about it, most of my time spent with her is like this. It no longer matters to me how much I'm enjoying something. I measure my enjoyment by my daughter. If she's having the time of her life at a circus that I might have thought of as so-so had I come here with a group of girlfriends or on a date with my husband, but she loved it and therefore, so did I.

Being able to watch her face light up at the sight of something amazing, something she's never seen before, and being able to share in the joy, that to me is what a mother lives for. To she her child enjoy life, watch the light sparkle in their little eyes in pure joy. There's simply no greater joy than seeing your child happy.

I have lived life through my own eyes and it was fun, but for now, I'm happy to live life through the eyes of my child.

My daughter's recent taste in music stems from the countless house she spends in a house full of teenagers, mostly teenage girls.  So it's really no surprise to me that she's a fan of Britney Spears, Katie Perry, Rhianna and Bruno Mars just to name a few.  When we get in the car, the first thing out of my baby girl's mouth is "put on my music, please."  At least she's polite about it!  This means put on Q102.  Never in the  15 years that I've known my husband has Q102 been a set station on his radio.  According to him "this is what we get for having my parents watch her."  Oh well, bring on the Britney I say.

I've been debating over this all week.  I have an upcoming appointment with my favorite MasterCuts stylist and good friend, Aubrey, this Saturday and I can't decide what I want to do with my hair!  For the past 2 years, I've been diligently working to grow it out.  I literally haven't had my hair "cut" in 3 years!  I've gone in for my usual trim every 8 -12 weeks {I'm aware that it's supposed to be every 6-8 weeks, but hey, I'm a mom, I have other more important things to worry about}.