yes, that's me

I am that mom. The one with the loud noisy, screaming kids. The one that is always telling their kids to "come here!" or "stop!" or "sit!"

I am that mom that you look at and turn to whomever you are with and say "Why doesn't she control her kids?"

I am that mom, that blows the hair out of her eyes, takes a deep breath and picks up the screaming kid and holds on to them until they calm down. (And yes, that involves a lot of screaming.)

I am the mom that doesn't get to watch her child play baseball because she is dealing with her two other kids. They don't want to watch their brother play baseball.

I am the mom that just shrugs her shoulders and lets them run around in the grass like crazy insane children. Or let's them play in the dirt just because they like it.

I am the mom who goes up and down the isle at the grocery store with either a constantly yelling or crying child. One that climbs on and off the cart causing it to weave back and forth through the isle, and one that causes the other two to start screaming and crying.

I am the mom who has a child that runs to the car after the baseball game and looks like that peanuts character that always has a cloud of dust around them.

When you see the mom like me, even though your children are perfect and sit still through an entire baseball game without even a peep. Even though you can go to a grocery store without them even moving an inch. Even though you can trust your kids to play on the blanket with the toys you brought them. Please don't judge me.

When you see a mom like me, even though you can watch your other children play baseball, or soccer, or whatever sport it is.

Don't take pity on me...just ignore me and my screaming children. I won't apologize for them, or take them far away so you can't hear them. I won't leave my cart and take them home, and I won't keep them from playing in the dirt.

I know my kids are very free spirited. They will be wild and they will express themselves without a problem. But mainly remember this as you look at me and tsk your tongue.

I may get exhausted in dealing with my children. I may be deaf by the time I am 40. I may never see the home run my child hits during his game, and I may walk several miles in a grocery store because my cart doesn't stay on a straight path.

My children are my children, and I love that they are so expressive. (Although the screaming tantrum child does make my face turn bright red.) I can't wait to see how they change this world because they speak their mind. I can't wait to see what disease they cure because they explore everything. I can't wait to see how admired they will be because they don't hold back.