There’s a mom under there!
Sometimes I feel like 75% of my life is buckling and unbuckling children.
Is it bad that there is nothing strange anymore about holding a child while going to the bathroom?
No matter if I already ate and wasn’t even planning on staying – when I walk in to Chick-Fil-A and sniff- all I want to do is eat them out of chicken and waffle fries IMMEDIATELY!! And you know, you can throw in a frosted lemonade too, of course 😉 Does this count as a mom truth? Maybe it’s more of a universal truth.
My husband and I have decided, after 3 1/2 years- that the sound of a sippy cup hitting the floor is even worse than nails on a chalkboard. Some days, if we hear it one more time, we may just start weeping.
“Mom, you’re a really good wiper!” -adding that one to my resume.
Sometimes at the end of a morning full of errands I get a glimpse of my reflection in a mirror or car window and realize my pony tail is only holding about 35% of my hair.
The other day I started counting to the dog when he wasn’t coming inside.
Sometimes I sing Daniel Tiger songs in my head when I’m having an adult conversation.. Ok sometimes I sing them out loud, too.
I’m pretty certain my stomach didn’t look this low in my last two pregnancies?
The other day I had to make a rule that there was no pretend crying allowed from baby dolls, because there was simply already too much real crying.
Never underestimate the power of a bandaid to make any ouchie better. But never underestimate the power of a bandaid to make baths and hand washing the biggest fights of your life….
Oh, as I look at these and chuckle, I too, sometimes grow weary and tired. It’s tough to continually give and give and give (and not just moms know about this!!). But as I think about my body being broken and exhausted by another little one, or I think about how I feel like a constant servant doing this and that and this and that for my children, I have to stop and think… When I am giving of myself, my energy, my body, my mind, my “rights”, I am following in the footsteps of my Savior. And I’m not sure there is any other place I’d rather be.