There were awful, ugly days filled with tears and yelling - and that was just me, Ha! But then there were days like this one (above) where I relished those simple, sweet days of Thomas the Tank Engine and cuddling with the soft baby skin of my little men. Days I lived for all 3 of them to nap at the same time! Sweet mother of mercy!!
Mothering is so hard because there's just precious little to tell you you're doing it right. You simply have to trust God with each day's decisions, and trust your heart as you listen to the little souls you are surrounded with each day.
I have made so many mistakes, so many selfish choices. I have had to rest in "good enough" and throw perfection out with the dirty diapers. I have also had the privilege of seeing a child glow in the light of love. I have seen a child believe in a God and a heaven they have never touched, never seen.
I have learned what it means to trust God in ways I never could have imagined.
One of my favorite books on mothering is by Katrina Kenison called "Mitten Strings for God." It always calms me down, reminds me what's important, what's not. Here's a quote I have never forgotten:
"It is not what I do as a mother, but who I am as a human being that will make a deep and lasting impression on my children. When I discipline my children, I must also be disciplined myself."