Motherhood

It's a tough job. It's being on call every waking minute (and some extra waking minutes overnight when needed) 365 days a year to little people that don't understand you used to have a life of your own. The details and to-do lists and tedium can be overwhelming some days. I've learned to appreciate things like 30 seconds of peace to use the bathroom alone or eating my meal while it's still warm instead of begging two little people to eat theirs.

But then I read a blog like this (www.laylagrace.org) and suddenly my head is clear. The fact the my boys can fight means they're physically healthy. The fact that they can yell "no" and ask 1,000 questions a day means they can hear and talk and learn and wonder. The fact that they won't go more than 5 minutes without asking what I'm doing means they love me and enjoy my company. And the real truth is that even while I'm dying for a little time to myself sometimes, my life would be incredibly empty without them and their hugs and kisses and leg-dragging affection. I cannot imagine what Layla's family is going through right now watching their 2-year old succumb to cancer but I'm praying for them and thanking God for our abundant blessings.