Being a mom can be hard. It can be grueling. There are days where I just pray to God to please help me to be more like him minute by minute - to be loving, to be patient and to be kind. There are days where I feel like banging the dishes around ungratefully as I wash another sink-full for the tenth time. There are days where I just yell when the fighting between brother and sister doesn't stop.
But then the times that I am in awe of these precious gifts takes over and wins over the times of frustration.
I would rather be here now accepting a pucker kiss from my sixteen month old, as she squeezes her lips together in an "O" shape and makes the kissing sound then anywhere else in the world. I relish the moments of her beautiful curly hair after a bath. I am in near tears listening to the girl that had no interest in reading for so many years and can now read fluently and spell better than her older brother and sister. I receive a gift each time my just turned five year old son says thanks to me for a "yummy" dinner. I laugh at how quickly our quiet little one has learned to hold her nose and say "stinky". I delight in the phone call from my son at college thanking me for the shipment of snickerdoodles - he is so grateful.
I wouldn't trade this role of mother for anything in the world.