If there is one thing I have learned in my nearly 4 1/2 years of being a mom is that it’s hard work. Most days its controlled chaos, and some days I am just trying to survive. The survival days are few and far between these days.
Except yesterday. I was at my wits end at 10:30 am. Emma Kate has entered into the ‘I am going to whine and cry about e-v-e-r-y-t-h-i-n-g’. It’s lovely. Then after her 37th bout of whining to me about something she decided to go and color on the walls in the playroom! JT compared it to the cats peeing on the carpet when we first moved as a way to tell us they were pissed off (literally).
She sat in timeout for a long while (whining and crying, mind you) while I tried to scrub it off to no avail.
Anyways, our Mother’s Day this year was a fun filled day. I woke up to a giant card and new cups full of dark chocolate candy. Yum. Church where I got two pink roses, which then the girls deemed theirs, Nana and Bapa’s house to visit for a bit with them and my Aunt Linda who was in town for the weekend, then off to a delicious lunch together.
Emma Kate enjoyed herself.
Taylor did, too just a little more gracefully.
After our 4 course meal (really), and 2 1/2 hours past our normal nap time I wanted to attempt some group shot and we were shockingly successful!
And then one with my great mom!
Yesterday while I was in the car alone, I had time to really think and reflect on Mother’s Day. I guess since our day was so jammed packed I really didn’t have time to think. There are a lot of women out there hurting on Mother’s Day, for a myriad of reasons. Infertility, adoption waiting, a child passing. I have been so incredibly blessed to have two, beautiful, healthy girls. And even though like I mentioned above, being their mom is hard work they completely light up my life. Some days they drive me crazy, but they are mine and I wouldn’t trade them for the world. The coloring on the walls will stay there until I can get one of those Magic Eraser things, but in the meantime every time I walk past it I chuckle, shake my head and smile.
“Her children will rise up and call her blessed.” Prov 31
I am most definitely blessed beyond measure.