A Grateful Mommy

      Today was a good day, but stressful. My wonderful, gracious husband let me sleep in this morning, but that did not slow down the day. I had to be at the Pregnancy Center at 2:30, and I didn’t get out until after 5:00. After picking the kids up at the in-laws, speeding home (and realizing upon arrival I didn’t defrost meat for dinner), and trying to get everyone situated I just wanted to scream. Especially because “situated” in our house now means that I have one kiddo on one countertop, and the other across the kitchen on an adjacent one, each calling out, “What can I do?,” “How can I help?” My mind screams, “You can help me by getting out of the kitchen!!!,” but really, what would that accomplish? So we had some leftover meat in the fridge and I was able to throw together some burritos….Daddy’s favorite. And since he is my favorite Daddy, I like to bless him sometimes, even if it’s more work for me, and my kids actually end up eating peanut butter toast for dinner because burritos won’t be ready by the time they are ready for bed. But dinner time rolled around and Daddy didn’t come home, so I finally thought about checking the phone and sure enough a message was waiting for me- he’s working late! So now bedtime is all mine! And the kitchen is buzzing with burrito preparation that now only I will get to eat.

But Jake was so tired, he curled up in his bed perfectly and didn’t even ask for a story. Sonora never lets me off easy. I put her in the crib and she says, “Rocking chair me, please!” Oh yes, who can say no to that? So I rock her, put her down in the crib, and realize I fixed her ice water in a juice cup that will leak if it lays on its side…except she is NOT willing to give it to me. She did go right to sleep, and it was upon tip toeing back into that room and slipping it out of her mighty toddler grip that I didn’t want to slip away quite as fast as I did when I put her down. Because she was so beautiful, and precious, and I couldn’t believe she was mine.

I had ice cream on the brain so I went back down the stairs and saw that Jake’s room door was open, which means he must have attempted to sneak out and play in the hall without my knowledge (and he succeeded, I wasn’t aware he’d been playing out there), but when I went to check on him he was curled up in his bed with a messy blanket display. And again, “this is the most priceless job in the world.”

The other day I got to speak to an abortion vulnerable girl who decided on her own that she really wanted to keep the baby. So I said, “we’re both on our third baby!” I don’t know why, but it comforted her. She said, “that’s really cool that we’re pregnant together.” I could feel Corrie moving around and I was thinking how she was part of this harvest. My “Courage girl.” I love her so much, and I am so grateful that God gave her to us.

(Corrie as a seedling...she's definitely got her arms and legs now, I can vouch for that!)

So this blog is just one of a mommy’s thankful heart. I love those guys. They are hard work, and they wear me out. Especially tonight, it was one crazy thing after another. But I definitely wouldn’t trade them for anything in this world.