Hello ,

So I went to Costco yesterday with a great friend and sampled some amazing frozen yogurt bars. Today as I was making lunch for the kiddos I could not stop thinking about those bars. You have to understand, they were rich and creamy, not too sweet and just plain delicious. Now our family is on a tight budget for groceries (and everything else) so I had decided at the store that I could not buy a box of these. So today when the cravings hit I hit the Internet. I found so many great recipes but being a mom of two babies under 3 I did not have time to do anything fancy so i just looked up the easiest recipe and in under ten minutes I had some strawberry yogurt pops in the freezer. I was so happy I now just have to wait for them to freeze. ( I totally drank the leftover smoothie part ha ha)

 After doing all this I thought back to my childhood and realized how differently my children are growing up than I ever did. My mother had the rug pulled out from under her when i was 2 months old when she found out that on a trip to their home country my father cheated on her, the other woman got preggo and he was going to marry her and leave us! My mother did not have many options left to her so she began working full time to support us and has been working tirelessly as a housekeeper ever since. I never once had a lunch prepared in the morning for my school day. I grew up with my aunt taking care of me and three or four other cousins all at the same time and I remember doing all kinds of crazy things and getting into tons of trouble but having a blast. But I don't ever remember my mom making me lunch at home or taking the time to look up how to make frozen yogurt pops. I do not blame my mother or hold anything against her, in fact she is one of my very best friends. I am just so grateful that I can do this. That I can make my kids homemade meals everyday (even if I hate to cook), that I am always here to kiss their ouchies, that I can see them grow up to be amazing people. Thank you to my God that I have an amazing husband who doesn't complain on the days I hate being a SAHM and therefore don't clean the house (today actually) and doesn't complain on the days dinner is late or tastes weird but who is so loving and who supports us so that I can be here to make my daughter strawberry frozen yogurt pops. I love that man so much and ultimately I am so happy to be where I am. It has taken me a long time to surrender to being a SAHM and the feeling doesn't always stay or last very long, but in this moment thinking of taking those pops out of my freezer I am so proud and happy to be the mother of my amazing children.