I am a stay-at-home mom of 3 little ones. I have a lot to say and not a lot of adults to listen. I am here to shout from the rooftop about what it’s really like to survive infertility, adoption, IVF, twins, almost dying, and living each day with 3 boys in diapers.
I don’t care if you read this or not. I am writing because I have a bad memory. This is for my kids.
My name is Melissa and I live in Virginia. I am a “retired” kindergarten teacher. I am madly in love with my high school sweetheart (ok, ok, my college sweetheart). We have been married since 2002. Our oldest son came to us through the miracle of adoption in 2010. We will call him “R”. Our twins came to us through the miracle of modern science in 2012. We will call them “E” and “G”.
I say I am the “World’s Okayest Mom” both because I am not aspiring to be the greatest at anything, and also because I really am doing okay.
Sometimes people just don’t tell it like it really is. Sometimes this whole thing sucks. I am here to say that what I do is really really hard. And I love it – even if my irreverent attitude says otherwise. I prepared my whole life to get to this point, and now that I’m here, I am so proud. And so tired.