Mother's Day for me.

For a girl who never dreamed of having a career. Only a hard working, handsome man, babies, laundry, cooking, and baking.... Mother's Day is my holiday. Valentine's is cool, I want to be celebrated for being Will's best friend and lover but Mother's Day is even better because it is something my husband gave to me and mothering is a gift to him and our babies. By being a mother and taking care of our babies, our home, and errands he is free to live and work. He isn't bogged down by the stresses of home and work and gets to enjoy being a dad...most of the time ;). There are days that I get overwhelmed. I can't lie. You know, you'll have that to do list and nothing gets done because you spent the entire day disciplining your child or holding them or playing outside because it feels like it is against the law to be inside when there is 0% humidity and it's 70 degrees. You feel like you have hit the lotto and been robbed all in the same day. Lotto because playing outside with your baby is what your entire life's dreams were made of. Robbed because your husband is about to be home and the laundry is piled high waiting to be folded, the dishes are sitting on the table from lunch, and supper hasn't been started yet. Oops. I say all of that jumbled mess to say... My presents are on my hip and in my belly. I am living my dream. Yes, there are hard days but even at the end of those days I am still so grateful to be able to have and raise children. They humble me, bring me to Jesus, and make me laugh. They make me appreciate the simple life more than I even did before. They have slowed me down. I don't get pedicures, haircuts, new clothes, or nights out with friends or Will much but I really don't mind. I love games of soccer in the living room, shooting basketball, and playing baseball. I love 6 stroller or wagon rides a day. I love breastfeeding and the thought that my body can nourish one and now 2 other people. I love feeling those late night kicks from my baby on the inside and snuggling the toddler under my arm for the last hour of morning sleep. I love watching my husband wrestle with H, take him on tractor and lawn mower rides, and work in the garden. I love having Hank help me cook and see the anticipation on his face, just waiting to taste the finished product. I love wearing my babies and my new nephew, how do people who don't baby wear grocery shop?? I love seeing the world through my toddler's eyes. His amazement of motorcycles, the moon, birds, barking dogs,the train. It makes me appreciate so much that would normally go unnoticed. So, thank you Will for working hard so I can stay home (for the most part) and soak up every bit of my boys' childhood. I have been priveledged to share in the childhoods of so many children I love and it is only fitting to carry that tradition on with our own. So happy Mother's Day to me.