Happy Mother's Day!

 So thankful for these two--without whom, I wouldn't have a reason to celebrate today. I often blog about how hard motherhood is and how my children sometimes drive me to the edge and although all of these things are true, I also feel like the luckiest mommy in the world to have these two little men in my life. The days are long, but the years are short--that I have already learned.

I remember my first mother's day, right after Kale was born. He was about 3 weeks ago old. He cried a lot as a baby and nothing I did seemed to calm him. However, he really seemed to love his dad. Kris could walk in the room and hold Kale and he was all smiles. That first mother's day, I remember sitting in my master closet sobbing, because I felt like a horrible mother. I mean, my own child didn't even like me!!! Things have changed a bit since then--some days are still hard and I still want to go sit in the closet and cry, although I rarely have time to do that. :)

 

Each day, even the hard days, have moments that absolutely take my breathe away and make me so eternally grateful to be a mother. Sometimes those moments seem to stretch on and other times, I blink and they are gone and someone is crying again. But it's those moments, however few and far between, that get me through my days.

 

Like when Kale and Liam are chasing each other around the house and cackling uncontrollably.

 

Or when Kale gives Liam a kiss at nighttime--whether it be right on the lips or on the forehead--and says, "I wuv you, Liam."

 

Or sometimes it's when I pick Liam up from his crib and he wraps those chubby arms around my neck and places his sweet head on my shoulder.

 

Sometimes it's when Kale is helping me do things around the house and helping to take care of Liam and I realize what a big boy he is becoming, how proud I am that he is my son.

 

I thank God everyday for giving me the gift of motherhood.

 

I also wouldn't be a mother without these two. I am so thankful for my beautiful mother and grandmother. Life has sometimes handed them lemons, but they have always made lemonade. They definitely taught me how to put others first--as they have made that their lives' work. Growing up around wonderful mothers gave me the great gift of knowing how to mother when I had children.