I grew up in a tiny town.  When the kids were almost 4 months old, we moved to a slightly larger small town.  This is small town North Carolina, mind you.

My neck has always been a little red.  I listen to country, we have deer heads hanging on the living room wall, and I’ll always pick Ford in the ol Ford vs. Chevy argument.  That’s how I roll, it is what it is, whatever.

But, something about being a mom really brings out my inner redneck.  It’s like, you can’t hide who you really are when you’re in survival mode.

Let me tell you a story (it’s a short one, I promise): we’re outside, kids are running around, expending energy, just being your regular, run of the mill hellions.  The whole time this is going on, I’m running around after them hollering “y’all get over here!” or “that ain’t your yard!” (they like to run through our next door neighbor’s front yard).

Y’all, it’s nothing for me to be carrying a kicking and screaming kid into the house, because they weren’t ready to go inside yet, while the neighbor kid stares on in horror.

 If there’s one thing I know, it’s that my kids bring out my inner redneck. It seems like every sentence out of my mouth is a Southern-ism.

Lawd, it’s crazy.

Moral of the story is: your kids bring out your truth.  I’m a redneck mama, I can’t hide it. There’s a good chance you’ll see me barefoot outside chasing a kid or telling the little stinkers to “come here and give mama some sugar”.  It’s who I am. My twins helped me really learn my truth.