I am a MoMo

Who am I?

I myself do not know. Perhaps I can describe my roll.

It all started about three years ago, at the peak of my career. Let me also say that this was the low of my love life; I had found my utmost inner hatred in men. I had dated the charming ; turned to scum the minute they shed their true layers.

I attribute this to my transformation from naive and insecure farm-town gal, to shove it and love what you see- small time (Denver will NEVER be big) city gal.This is what showed me WHO I was.

So there I was... browsing the limited shops for coffee when he was sitting outside... 10 days into Denver himself... and he sat straight up. You would have believed that it what the *miracle muse* of confidence puppeteering him. He asked to buy me coffee, and of course I was a [beesh] see words for biatch on Google.

There he was, the dream man. Let me skip forward to today....3 years now his beautiful two daughters came into my life. They have a "mom" lowercase intended....

So what I mean to get across is that I don't go to church every Sunday, nor do I call a church home. I however, am very close, and protective, with my Christian relationship with God. I pray every day. At a young age I began praying for the *perfect* man and *children*.

Here I am, we are buying a home, my hobbies on hold, the next steps are planned as marriage.

I am a very blessed woman. I spend my days now, given up my career, raising two gorgeous little girls. They need so much love, and I needed children to love. I am a stay at home Mom. I struggle because I am younger than the other Moms.

I struggle because I am a parent without a title.

I struggle because their extended family sees me as temporary- that one day it will all be 'fixed'.

I LOVE my Daughters. I will never leave their side. I frankly, don't give a flying shit what they think. I will sew them dresses, blankets, play games with them, teach them to paint, and continue to LOVE them regardless of who's belly they came from.

Yes,

The ultimate fight of YOU cannot parent or discipline them in any way, stupid, comes up daily. I will point out that this is only EVER an issue when some behavior is negative because it will always be my fault. Everyone will point towards me as the downside. Heaven FORBID that they have two loving stable parent in their life. I am always going to be the 'reason'.

At the end of the day, we have so much fun. So much love. I taught them to read, write, stand up to bullies, get into gifted math, I lead their scout troop. These don't matter.

Ask a child, what do they remember? They are silly moments like eating cake, or learning how to bake bread, or cleaning a mess and not telling Daddy that we spilled a gallon of paint.

I hurt. I love. I feel sad and sometimes I often cry tears of happiness when they do something so full of pride.

Who am I?

I am MOMO - a name they gave me meaning half the title (Mo)(m) twice the work... MOMO.

I am a Mom, raising children, taking them to school every day, making every inch of their meals, and bread, from scratch. I do homework with them, I tuck them in. I nag them about table manners, and how to take care of their hair. I teach them how to make friends, always do better, stand up for what is right, and disagree with room colors I REALLY dislike. I am here to hold them when they do not understand or are sad.  I pick up the pieces of what 'is pushed' on them, AKA supposed to be their family structure.

I am a MOMO a mother of sorts.