These kids are my hardest work and my greatest blessing. I know less of sleep. Less of sanity. Less of clean. Less of calm. But I’ve learned a lot more of joy in the last four years.
Being their mother is my highest privilege and I am grateful that their patient, forgiving spirits kiss me when I fall short and let me try again each morning (or sometimes in the middle of the night).
I am trying to treasure these early years when I am their choice of comfort, their confidant, their beginning and end each day. Someday they won’t WANT to wake up at 6 am to play with me and while I might enjoy the extra sleep, I will miss their giggles, their constant questions, and tiny arms wrapped around my legs.
There was a time when I cried and prayed for exactly what I have right now. And there will be a time (probably when they’re out past curfew in 15 years) that I’ll wish for this stage again.
Because there is less sleep, less sanity, and less calm….. but let me tell you about the joy.