...but today is not that day. Today instead was a day worth just typing out, whether to let the words relieve me, or to just remind myself that tomorrow is a brand new day. If you are against women being completely honest you probably should stop reading this post. I am not the type of woman or mother who sugar coats things, albeit I do strive my hardest to see the positive in all situations. If you have no sympathy for a mother of just one child, don't read any further either, because that is one of my current but amazing blessings in life. Today was yet another wonderful day in the trenches of motherhood, but today the trenches were rather muddy, and constantly dirty:)
Today was full of more tantrums than desired and less sleep than was really needed:), but also more prayers and tears than can be counted. There were moments of "I love being a mother", but at times there was a lot more of "one is enough for me!" There were smiles and screams, nourishment and disaster, and comfort and pain; sometimes at exactly the same moment:) There were moments of "I know Bryan is wonderfully providing for our family, but I really wish he didn't have class tonight, and could just come home after work." There were moments where my only refuge was the bathroom for a few seconds of praying, but then lots of peace and strength byond my own regardless of what happened next. Then there was a moment where I fell asleep on the couch exhausted and I have no clue what my baby boy really did while I was sleeping:) There were moments of exasperation and smushed up bananas, and the joy of getting one load of laundry fully completed ( washed and folded and put away.) There was a moment of finally getting to eat lunch at 1:45 pm that was cherished. And I even got time to check the mail today:) There were also moments of complete gratitude for having family nearby, so that some since of sanity could be regained.
Those were my moments today. But you know what? I look forward to more moments tomorrow:) Because regardless of in the "not ideal" moments of my days, I wouldn't trade being a mother and having the amazing blessing of being able to stay at home with him and know that I am his mother and no one else is.
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