about the original hot mess mama

Hey yโ€™all! Iโ€™m Alyssa, otherwise known as ๐š๐š‘๐šŽ ๐š˜๐š›๐š’๐š๐š’๐š—๐šŠ๐š• ๐š‘๐š˜๐š ๐š–๐šŽ๐šœ๐šœ ๐š–๐šŠ๐š–๐šŠ. Yes, yโ€™all heard me right. Iโ€™m a dang hot mess. Ask my husband. Better yet, ask my mama. Iโ€™ve been hot messinโ€™ circa 1994. The only difference? I have since switched titles. My beautiful baby girl Brooklyn Meadow, and our fur baby – Lemon Love, have made me a total #blessed mama.

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Since December of 2018, sixteen hundred and four miles have separated me from my little olโ€™ hometown of Bethlehem, my family, my friends. My old life.

Welcome to Enid America

I will let yโ€™all take a minute to first scratch your head as the image of the United States map from your junior high Geography class flashes before your eyes. Nothing, right? Now I will give ya another second to pull up your mobile browser, and Google the United States map. Now, just direct your glances to the southern, midwestern area of the country. . . Right above good olโ€™ Texas. There ya go! Oklahoma.

So what in the hell is an East coast gal doing 1604 miles away in Enid, Oklahoma? Two words. Air Force.

I will stop makinโ€™ yโ€™all work and I will just dive right in. While on the Air Force theme, I might as well share with you that my husband is an Air Force student pilot in training. And before you start askinโ€™ questions, I will direct you right over to said husband, Rob, because I donโ€™t have a dang clue. I support him endlessly, but aviation is not my forte. Clearly.

Carrying on the career theme, me on the other hand, well my job is even cooler… I am a stay-at-home mama. *Cue mama claps*

Oh, and did I mention? I’m a dang hot mess.

You know whatโ€™s beautiful of beinโ€™ a hot mess mama? You donโ€™t have to be a stay-at-home mama to get it. You can be a workinโ€™ mama. A part-time workinโ€™ mama. A sometimes workinโ€™ mama. A soon-to-be mama. Hell, you donโ€™t have to even be a mama to appreciate this type of mama talk. Gals, this is for y’all.

So letโ€™s jump right in to the ying and yang of motherhood. The countless and endless messy feedings, the sleepless nights, the pointless arguments picked with our spouse. Letโ€™s explore the girl tribe, the absolute sisterhood, that lies within motherhood. Letโ€™s share our war stories, our victories, our battle wounds. Letโ€™s be real, raw, truthful. But in the end, let us discover the hidden blessings that are truly illuminated from the most difficult of times. The uncovered gems that are present in everyday life, those same gems that we sometimes fail to see when we are so caught up lifinโ€™ it or momminโ€™ it. Can you blame us? No.

Don’t believe me? Let me show yโ€™all the silver lining hidden in spending the morning cleaning up the now-cold, barely sipped coffee that was just spilled on my sparkling white carpet by little miss Brooklyn Meadow, before moving on to the accident that Lemon took simultaneously and identically symmetrical to said coffee stain. Oh, and did I mention? Itโ€™s actually 1:00 pm and my husband is due home any minute for lunch. Oh, and dangit, Iโ€™m still in my PJโ€™s. The beauty and the blessing? It’s simple. I am surrounded by the love of family and by the grace of God.

But, it isn’t always that simple. It isn’t always that easy to shift our point-blank negative mindsets in the midst of chaos. In the the total midst of the F’s, “what the hells,” and “really?’s” flooding our brain. I swear y’all, sometimes its a dang flood up in there.

That is why I have you, and you have me.

And so instead of just pointing out the blessings, giggles, and flat out pee-yourself-moments hidden in all of my lifeโ€™s moments, let me train and alter that beautiful mindset of yours to see nothing BUT the good in your lifeโ€™s moments.

So, excuse me as I remove my filter, because shit is going to get messy. Send all of your complaints my way, because mama I will validate them. However, letโ€™s not hang in this airspace for too long. It can become toxic. Instead, letโ€™s grab a cappuccino, better yet, a cocktail (we could both use one, right?), and letโ€™s laugh together, cry together, and ultimately count our blessings (because we both know that we sure as hell ainโ€™t countinโ€™ sheep tonight).

I feel so beyond blessed and infinitely thankful for all that the Lord has bestowed upon me and my family, and I am just as grateful to be able to share this journey with yโ€™all.

With love from Oklahoma,