Motherhood or “mamahood” as we like to call it here in the south is many things. MANY. Things. 

Growing up, I wanted zero kids. Then one kid, then four kids – back to three kids. After I had Mason, it was immediately known that two would be just fine (if the Lord allowed). It didn’t take me too awful long to get the swing of things with MKM. We bonded instantly. My boy, my fella, my whole world. We spent our days together. Doing whatever we wanted, whenever we wanted. Then I got pregnant again. We still continued doing whatever – whenever. Then things got even better.. We found out we were having another boy. Everyone was excited! I would have two boys! Be a boy mama fo’ lyfe! Perfection. We didn’t have to buy much, I had the boy thing down, matching outfits til their eighteen, ball games, no weddings to fund… 

Don’t get me wrong, if Branson would’ve been a girl I still would’ve loved him. I would’ve just started living in fear of his teen years from his first breath. (Girls terrify me and this once upon a time smart mouth teen is not interested in paying for her raising). 

Anyway, you could say I was confident in my “mama skills.” Rookie mistake. As soon as BKM came home from the hospital and MKM was returned to us, I quickly realized I do not have this down. Granted, that was only four weeks ago, but I’ve learned more in those short weeks than I have in years. No lie. 
Mamahood is messy. Most days I do alright to shower. My mama made it look so easy, effortless even. She’s a red headed sorcerer. It isn’t easy. I yell too much, don’t cuddle enough, rewash the laundry 13 times & lose myself daily. That’s exactly where I hope this blog comes in. The biggest lesson I’ve learned in the last 28 days is every mama needs an outlet. This will be mine. 

♥ Hannah 

P. S. Let me explain the title of this here post real quick… My boys names are Mason & Branson. For you non-rural folks, both of their names are also names of tractor companies. Real life, my children are named after tractors. You’re welcome.