Author Adelaide Green

Being a mother of two boys aged 3 and 2 is sometimes so chaotic I barely have time to think. Every evening once the boys are asleep and I can take full stock of myself I am always surprised at the appearance staring back at me. Rewind five years ago and I was a marketing admin for a mall. I wore suits and blazers daily, make up and my hair (usually) looked pretty great. I remember in the morning being hyper critical of myself, are my teeth white enough? Do I need to straighten my hair? Do I need more eye liner? Lip liner? Perfume? What else can I do to make myself more presentable. Flash forward to last night after a day where my boys colored on the walls, the brand new carpet in our rental home, stuck stickers to the hardwood floors and then the eldest flushed an entire roll of toilet paper down and flooded the downstairs toilet, my hair was a mess, all over the place, no makeup could be found on my face, my clothing were my work out clothes from 6 am.

What I try to do when I feel defeated like that is look at the lines around my eyes. They are deep and solid from smiling and laughing so much and a lot of that comes from the same boys who destroyed my home that very day. They colored on the walls to make me a photo (who knows if its true 😂), they put stickers on the floor so they could see them everyday, he flushed the whole roll supposedly trying to wipe his butt after pooping on the potty (and let me tell you that is a BIG deal!). Either my three year old is on his way to be a lawyer like his daddy or he genuinely was just trying to enjoy his day. I am trying to learn to look at my son as who he is without the 3 year old attached. He is kind, funny, precise and pretty darn articulate for a three year old. Here’s to more laugh lines and worry lines, may they make my face look seasoned instead of too old 😉