Being a mom is tiring. It is tiring if you have 1 kid, 3 kids, 7 kids, or 12. And can we talk about laundry for a minute?! I don’t understand how so much of my time is spent in the laundry room or in the middle of piles of clothes. Actually, my sweet youngest just walked by in outfit number 3 of the day and winked at me. I get how we have so much laundry now.
There are times that I question everything about my sanity while I am trying to figure out how to get the kids to get into the car so we can get to anywhere we need to be. There is almost always a shoeless child when we get where we are going.
There are also times I wonder what the kids are learning from me. What is it that the kids are going to take away from their childhood with this messy bun rocking, legging wearing, conductor of the hot mess express as a mom.
Then I opened my computer one day and found this “blog post” from Eden:
“I REMEMBER THAT TIME WHEN I WAS PLAYING IN THE HOUSE WHEN I SAW THE CAR PULL UP AND I RAN OUTSIDE AND I SAW KINGSTON. I WAS SOOOOOOOOOO HAPPY. ME AND ELLA AND EVA FED HIM. I COULD NOT WAIT TO HAVE A BROTHER. WE ALL WERE SO EXCITED WE WERE LOOKING OUT THE WINDOW WAITING . AND THEN WE GOT THE CALL FOR KYLA. OUR PARENTS ASKED US AND WE ALL SAID YES. THEY AGREED AND I GOT SOOOOOOOOOOO EXCITED THAT MY HEART WAS CRYING. I WAS SO HAPPY AND THEN WE WERE COMPLETE. THEY ARE MY BEST FRIENDS. WE LAUGH A LOT.”
When I read that I was reminded that it is worth it. All the laundry, all the dishes, all the being shoeless or late because we had to get shoes, all the sleepless nights and late night talks, all the sideline sitting and accepting bad ref calls, all the finding patience in the bottom of a coffee mug, all of the lost sanity and found grace. All of it. It is worth it.
It is worth it to become a better version of myself.
It is worth it to pour into these sweet babes that need me.
It is worth it to see them grow emotionally.
It is worth it to see that they just might leave the world a better place than they found it.
To all the moms doing all of the things, you’ve got this. I promise you, you’ve got this.
Hoping at least one of my kids will annoy their kids by singing everything too,