A Celebration

Fighting and screaming, dirty diapers, messes, grime building up on their little bodies, discipline, discipline, discipline.
As I celebrate Mother's Day, I hesitate to start this post with such a pessimistic ring. However that will not be my purpose of this post. I celebrate with my family as they celebrate with me the joy of being a mom! As the everyday/every minute dramas in the world of our little boys come and go, I stand back and marvel that God chose me to be their mommy. It's true that these minute by minute dramas bring stress, frustration, and weariness, but bring me to a more dependent relationship with an All-knowing God. So I celebrate all these parts of motherhood that God brings to me. All the stresses really do grow dim in light of the joys. I choose to end this opposite of how I began it. My daily, minute by minute joys Drew, Truitt, and even our little life that we haven't yet met.
Phrases and thoughts that come from who knows where, building a BIG train track together, listening in on their little conversations, their smiles, their self-composed songs sung at the top of their lungs, new words, firsts, tackles/snuggles, the little life I feel inside of me, and the sweet, sweet words, "I love you, mommy."
Thank you, God, for making me their mommy!