Parents, you’ve got questions, we’ve got answers.

Or just as likely, we’ve got questions and you’ve got answers.

Challenge: Open Discussion

Soaking in the su...small person

Vote up!
Share on Facebook Share on Twitter Email this article


Soaking in the sun....errr.... small person.

It was gorgeous out today. As in. 89° slight breeze and sunshine in my Central Florida home.

After church I was dead set on throwing on my 2 piece swimsuit (I can 💯 get away with this when it’s my own house, stretch marks and cellulite included... you’re welcome neighbors), claiming the only full length lounging chair and laying by the pool.

And I mean, aggressively taking in the rays. Uninterrupted. For not one hour, but multiple hours. Working on my tan, obviously. It was happening.


About 48 and a half seconds into my master self-care plan, I was inundated by an alarming number of stuffed animals that were being carefully placed along my legs and around my chair. This was followed by a splashing contest that was funny-not-funny totally cramping my style. Action figures made their way into the mix. Then nerf guns, outdoor urination and more “mama look at this” from 3 directions than I was mentally prepared for.

This beautiful afternoon of female self-soothing relaxation ended with about 45 minutes like this. Singing a systematic rotation of lullabies on repeat by request. With a small person perfectly positioned on my abdomen squishing down my already post-3-babies-including-twins squishy belly.

I had the perfect self-care relaxing, euphoric afternoon planned.

Then I remembered I’m a mom.

Let’s be honest, my 36 year old skin is thankful for the minimal direct sunlight.

And my heart is thankful I am still needed.

Love & Hugs,
Nicki, Momming all the Boys

This post comes from the TODAY Parenting Team community, where all members are welcome to post and discuss parenting solutions. Learn more and join us! Because we're all in this together.