Every day, I get to...

 sweep the kitchen about fifteen times, that's not an exaggeration

 put away the toaster at least three times

cook, clean, repeat at least three times

change about 8 diapers

load and unload the dishwasher over and over

get impatient

get interrupted

not have a minute to myself until 8 pm

be there for them, each of them

see them smile

hear them laugh

pray with them

clean up their messes

thank God that I get to be home

be the shoulder that's cried on

point them to Jesus

sing with them

count my blessings

take the focus off myself

be a blessing

serve

love them

be in a warm home

be the light

see their simplicity

pray for strength

every day, I get to do this

As a mom...

I never imagined the lack of sleep,

how I could never wear black or white,

how my food would never be "my" food.

I never thought I'd be talking nonstop,

or have read through hundreds of books.

I never knew that cuddling would soothe my weary soul, 

and that's it usually me that's in a phase and not my child.

ahhhh, this life.

this amazing, beautiful life.

clinging to the robe of Christ and at the feet of Jesus every day,

learning to love beyond myself.

ahhhh, this amazing, beautiful life.