Mother

All the time I feel caught up in the day to day activities (i.e. laundry, cleaning the house, shopping, dishes, etc.) that I don't take the time to fully appreciate all of my blessings. Every few days something strikes me: something that happens every day, multiple times an hour. I take this thing for granted and sometimes don't notice the importance of hearing it. What is it? My son will say "mommy". That is it. And I stop and think, "I am a mother." I am a mom. What better thing in the world could I possibly want to be? Or spend all my day doing? I am not the best at it; being a mother has taught me how truly impatient I am. It takes a lot out of me. But I wouldn't trade it for anything. I am lucky to have a husband with me to parent our two children. I am so blessed that God has allowed me to welcome these children into the world. Two kids is a good number for us. Maybe three someday. Maybe. Maybe not.




This is after Matthew spent some time playing in the snow in the planter in front of our house. He absolutely loves the snow, just like his dad.