Friday, April 30, 2010
Flashback Friday
Thursday, April 29, 2010
That Feeling
You know that feeling?
Not the feeling of disgust when a runny nose gets swiped along your bare shoulder...
And, no. Not the feeling of sticky jelly and yogurt-covered hands, which somehow always manage to make it into hair...
Not the feeling of desperation you get when your child is sick and you pray for it to be taken away and given it to you because you don't want them to be suffering...
I'm talking about the feeling you get when you go into your child's room and see you one of them sitting up in bed. Sobbing.
When you pick her/him...and bunny, or Buzz, or Minnie up all at once as requested, in an attempt to console and comfort.
When she/he wraps their little tiny, yet ever growing arms around your neck and squeezes so hard you think you may never take another breath.
When your heart suddenly quadrouples in size in an instant.
And a smile spreads wide across your face, along with a solitary tear down your cheek.
And you realize that this child, who's body used to fit in the crook of your elbow, and now extends to your thighs, is still completely reliant on you for comfort, compassion, and love.
When you realize that you would deal with one million illnesses and even more sleepless nights just to spend another moment with this precious gift you call your child...
Moments like right now when I am awake at this crazy hour of the morning and my heart feels as though it could not possibly hold one more ounce of love for those two little beings.
My joy in being a mommy. The joy I have found in my children.
Those are the moments.
That's the feeling.
Wednesday, April 28, 2010
Saturday, April 24, 2010
Goodnight Moon
Friday, April 23, 2010
The Perfect Spot
Flashback Friday
Thursday, April 22, 2010
Soup
Wednesday, April 21, 2010
Monday, April 19, 2010
No One Told Me
Before Ella and Aidan were born, just about everyone had some sort of advice or commentary.
"Get sleep now - you'll miss it when they arrive!"
"Sleep when they sleep"
"Forget about having a clean house ever again!"
"The first year is always the hardest"
In reality, the lack of sleep, dirty toilets, and endless meals are tiny in comparison to the joy of raising Ella and Aidan.
minutes,
hours,
days,
weeks,
years...
I can't imagine a better way to spend them.
I love this life...
this life as mom.
No one said it would be easy. But no one told me that I'd forever wonder, "How can it get better than this?".
No one told me that I would want a toddler around for the rest of my life.
No one told me that I'd wipe away tears each and every time I open a photo album - or that I dare not even watch a home video without having to leave the room to regain composure.
No one told me that I'd reminisce with a close friend every chance we get about the early days of motherhood and how we want them back.
No one told me that I would get to relive my own childhood and once again find delight in the little things, such as the magic of the fountain at the local mall.
No one told me that one day I'd be the one writing letters to new moms in the harried days of little ones saying, "Hold onto it with all your might, don't worry about a thing...these are the precious days before you have to let the rest of the world in.".
No one told me that once I became a mother, anything else in life I could ever do would be insignificant in comparison.
No one told me that I'd never want these days to end.
Sunday, April 18, 2010
Sunday Fun
Saturday, April 17, 2010
Dan Nicholas Park
Friday, April 16, 2010
Finally Friday
I just didn't have it together this week and everyday the thought that I just couldn't wait for the week to be over entered my brain. It was simply one of those weeks in which every intention you have just falls flat on its face. From patience to a new recipe, there it goes, from bad to worse in one fell swoop.
This morning I had a choice...to take a walk with Ella and Aidan around the block or to finally catch up on some housework. I chose the walk.
Good days or bad days, good weeks, or really tough weeks, I'd still choose this life in a minute. I'd chose to be here, staying at home each day with Ella and Aidan. I'd choose to have the failed recipes that no one eats, I'd choose to have arguments with my husband over stupid things, I'd choose to lose a little more hearing ability from the loud shrieks every time I tell the children no. I'd still pick the piled up laundry, the messy floors and the occasional lack of motivation to do anything about it. I'd still pick an emotional heartbreak, some tough life decisions, and a large spoonful of frustration any day of the week.
My worries are just that - my worries. It ends there. In the grand scheme of things, they are not real problems, just speedbumps along the road. Friends will come and go, meals will either be eaten or not eaten, Ella and Aidan will get potty trained, and the endless laundry will continue.
Life is precious, and unpredictable, and should never be taken for granted, tough days and all.