|Sorry about the blurry photo, he's doing his Touchdown Dance. :)|
Motherhood is hard. I think we've covered that fact plenty in the last few Mom-day posts. I won't stop doing the "man this really isn't what I thought I was signing up for" posts, because I feel like blog-land needs a lot more of reality thrown in. But, I also wanted to make sure that I don't become a voice of negativity and a major downer when it comes to talking about motherhood in general, and my personal experience in particular.
The reality is that I love being a mother. I love these smiles, and dimples (all my kids have them) and hugs and laughter. I love watching them learn and grow and achieve things that were hard at one point for them. I love when they call "meetings" in my daughter's room to discuss what they're going to do next. I love watching my son get a wet rag to wipe the chocolate off my daughter's face.
Motherhood is hard, but it is also joyous. Sometimes, it's just a matter of looking for the Joy. And other times it's about Making the joy happen. The fact of the matter is that motherhood wouldn't be so rewarding if it wasn't so hard.
|So excited for cub scouts!|