Tripping over Legos in the middle of the night.
Begging for sleep.
Desperately hoping that you are shaping your children into good people.
Praying you are doing it all right.
Finding messy faces adorable.
Wanting time to be just you.
Discovering you love “you” as a mother.
Trying to figure out how you ever lived without the tiny people who call you “mommy.”
An occasional identity crisis.
Joy. Pure Joy.
Buns & ponytails.
No makeup days.
Lots of yoga pants.
Fewer date nights.
Being puked on.
Falling in love all over again with your spouse when you see him play with his children.
Picking your battles.
Accepting you don’t have to be & can’t be perfect.
Making mistakes, admitting it, & then saying you’re sorry.
Knowing you would choose your children over anything else in the world.
Learning to love the chaos.
Recognizing that all the hard stuff is only temporary.
Knowing that someday they grow up, move out & you will want them to be babies all over again.
We have had a rough couple of weeks with the kids. Roseloa, cutting teeth, ear infections, scary monsters in the middle of the night, terrifying thunderstorms, both kids in bed with us, no sleep and the list goes on. I’m trying to stay positive, but I am most definitely begging for some sleep!
What is motherhood to you?