Being a mother is sometimes hard & hard to find joy but as I went home I had a renewed joy for motherhood.
I didn't mind using the toilet paper pile on the bathroom floor, it meant Lacee discovered something new today & she had a great time in her discovery. Squeals of delight as that TP just, kept, coming!
I didn't mind at 2:32 am when I heard faint cries from Lacee's bedroom, it meant I got to cuddle with her uninterrupted & she'd want to cuddle me back! I woke up at 4:00, she was fast asleep. My leg was her pillow & my pillow was her foot rest. It made me smile.
I didn't mind the gallon (yes ONE gallon) of water that got spilled on the floor, it meant I finally got that blackberry juice cleaned up from earlier this week; I had been meaning to get that & all those spots by the dishwasher...what were those from?
I didn't mind the crumbs on the table so much, it meant little kiddos had found themselves a snack & I'm grateful for their independence. And It meant they were having too much fun to remember to clean it up.
I didn't mind the loud music I heard from the girls room...it probably meant they were having a dance party...I guess I should have joined in. I will tomorrow! Though 7 years a part, they are the best of friends.
I didn't mind the Lego I stepped on this week, it meant the boys were being creative.
I got teary eyed as I heard the song Return to Pooh Corner, it reminded me of being pregnant for the very first time. The joy I had as I felt that little human growing inside me. And how grateful I was for each of my pregnancies, for each of the little spirits I got to share my body with for 9 months. To feel them move, to hear their heart beat & to see my belly get bigger. The song also made me a little broken hearted knowing I wouldn't feel that joy again.
I'm grateful for the garage door I hear open every night at 5:15 it means my other half, the person that makes me whole is final home. It means he has a job, and a good job that he goes to each week, with little complaint & provides for our family. I'll admit, some day's my enthusiasm is hidden under a dozen loads of laundry, a sick kid, a pile of dishes & a dog with ADHD (can u medicate a dog? Just curious), but my heart is always happy when I hear that garage door open at 5:15. He's home & he's safe.
Im grateful for forgiveness, for "I'm sorry's" & "I love you's", for trials & for mended hearts. I'm grateful for the power of prayer, for faith, for hope & mostly for love, families & joy.
We're here on this earth to find joy, create joy & spread joy. It's my prayer that we can have joy...



















