Hard, it’s really really HARD.
It’s pulling my hair up, drinking coffee & pushing through sleepless nights.
It’s multitasking on steroids & never having enough hands.
It’s worrying, worrying & worrying some more… usually at 2am.
It’s valuing my mommy friends & our play dates to keep me sane.
It’s saying “no” when it would be so much easier to say “yes”.
It’s sand in the carpet, dirt on the tile and dents in the furniture.
It’s negotiating bites at meals and minutes left at the play place.
It’s slowing down the pace so they can “do it by myself”.
It’s getting pooped on, puked on and sneezed on.
It’s kissing boo boo’s, scrubbing dirty knees & wiping poopy butts.
It’s holding sticky little hands to cross the street.
It’s finding time for me. I’m still more than just Mommy.
It’s forgiving myself every day for the many mistakes I make & things I could have done better.
It’s reminding myself to be a good role model because they are always watching. Even when it means eating my broccoli at the dinner table.
It’s finding a new appreciation for my mom and all of the moms around me.
It’s sometimes choosing to sacrifice luxuries to do the right thing for my kids.
It’s giving myself time outs to take a deep breath when my patience is running thin.
It’s feeling mentally exhausted from the endless why’s & how’s but proud of their curiosity.
It’s accepting tantrums for what they are and loving them through it.
It’s practicing contentment and making the choice to find joy in the little things.
It’s rewarding. Oh, SO rewarding.
It’s belly laughs and scrumptious baby thighs.
It’s humorous. Gosh, some of the things they do & say….
It’s feeling proud. A deep sense of pride I never knew possible before kids.
It’s the best snuggles, the sweetest kisses and the tightest hugs.