So...I've always wanted to be a mother and have always loved children whether it be babies, my 5th graders, even middle schoolers. I grew up walking around church as a girl looking for mothers who would offer their baby to me. My mom laughs as she recalls me having a baby in each arm. I may have had a few running thoughts of what it would be like to be a mom...playing filled with laughter, getting hugs and kisses, hearing "I love you mommy" or "thanks mom, you're the best." And although this dream does become a reality here and there, being a mother of a 3 year old, almost 2 year old, and a 5 week old looks a little different. My days are filled with the same 100 words, trying to avoid getting poop on my hands, making my 1,000th PB&J, cleaning the same dishes, and trying to fit a shower somewhere in all the mix.
I can't believe how busy it is taking care of 3 little ones. And although I'm exhausted every night (and morning and day), I wouldn't change my life for anything. I love my reality. To be honest, I don't love all the sacrificial work but I do love these 3 kids.
Tonight, I was siting on the floor in Grace's room playing with her new kitchen set(thank you Aunt Erin). We poured tea for each one of her babies and asked if they wanted sugar. We burped each one of their backs gently and then gave them baths. Then we gave each one of them dinner and Grace made sure that we washed their hands. I don't know if there was a smile on my face (probably because I was too tired) but there was a smile in my heart. What joy it is to see your daughter filled with life, wanting to learn, and passing on all the mundane chores I do with her during the day to her babies. She rocked them with care and kissed them goodnight.
Reality has been challenging these last 5 weeks since Stephen has been born. It is a lot of work but moments like these make it a joy.
