Temper tantrums anywhere, hitting and throwing out of frustration, “I do it myself” attitude, food fights at almost every meal… Excuse me, did I sign up for this?
Where did this child come from!?! What happened to my precious little boy from last summer? The terrible “3's” have possessed my son! When is nap time?
God, are you listening?
And then in the still, quiet moments… The Sippy cup of milk or juice that my son enjoys sitting in no other place than my lap, the monkey hugs he gives when wanting to be held and not put down, the soft side of his cheek when I’ve given him his 100th kiss of the day, and the sweet way my son replies when asked by me, “Who’s your mommy?”... DADDY!!! (words from Teddy).
God has such a good sense of humor!
Even though I am ready to pull my hair out on the terrible days, the terrific days, by far, out weigh. Waking up in the morning to such a happy, smiling, loving face, our daily walks to the park and my son pointing out everything from bike riders to horses, dogs, even deer, to planes and automobiles, and other kids and their moms and dads. He notices all and misses nothing! Teddy makes me stop to smell the flowers, touch the bark on a tree, and listen to the winding brook that travels to the fishing pond… But most importantly, breathing, feeling love, and knowing the true blessing of motherhood.
So mommies, or whatever you are being called these days, pat yourselves on the back for the super hard work you are doing and relish in the “good days” and appreciate the “terrible, horrible, no good, very bad days". For in those moments, I am taught about some inner wisdom and strength I never knew I had before. With motherhood, I am able (not always willing) to grow and be the best “mum” I can be for my precious little stinker-butt.
Thank you God, for this amazing GIFT!
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