Patience Skills and Glitter Spills

   Have you ever wondered how it is possible to go from thinking “Lord Jesus I’m ready for the rapture, take me now” to “Aww my babies #blessed?” Such bipolar emotions can only be known by parents. Now if your child is perfect, this blog post is not for you, and also, you are in denial sweetie. I honestly don't know which is harder, the rapture days or the #blessed days. For obvious reasons the rapture days are just hard. Hard to keep it all together, to have patience, and to make it to bedtime before midnight and without crying. But the #blessed days are hard too for different reasons. They are hard because you want to take those moments and lock them up in a safe so you can have them later when your kids are all grown up and you can hear their high pitched squeals and smell their dirty little heads like they are still 3 years old and playing in the backyard on a summer day. But you can’t. It’s hard knowing that good times are becoming memories. 

  I will tell you, I have learned a lot in my short, yet agonizingly long, 12 years as a mom. The rapture days will consist of things like doctor visits, messy rooms, Chuck E. Cheese outings, broken valuables, burned dinners, missing puzzle pieces, fighting, chaperoning a field trip, homework, grocery store trips, sleepovers, lice, water park visits, potty training, back to school shopping, late night thunderstorms, family pictures, glitter spills, and dental check ups. Those were literally off the top of my head. There are so many more I just couldn't list them all, but if you are a parent, you know of lots more. Now the #blessed days are going to be things along the lines of dance recitals, long walks, hugs, bedtime stories, family movie night, school talent shows, cuddles, bike rides, park visits, hand holding, basketball games, hand drawn cards, dandelion blowing, dance parties, all holidays, report cards, accomplishments, smiles, and laughing just to name a few. 

   Every morning when I wake up, I never know what kind of day I will get. But, every night when I go to bed no matter what I ended up with, I always say thank you. Thank God for the good and the bad, the happy and sad because at the end of the day, I get to be their mom and if that means diffusing a 9:30 meltdown over a lost Barbie shoe, I will gladly do it. Because they deserve that and most of all, because I love them. #blessed