Reflecting on them. Mother's Day edition.



Right now I'm sitting at my kitchen counter listening to laughing.

There are two little ladies laughing uncontrollably as they roll around repeating what one another says over and over and over again.

This was the dream that I had envisioned when I found out that my second baby was a girl. I couldn't wait for the sister thing to happen. I couldn't wait for them to play together; to laugh. To giggle uncontrollably.

Dream: realized.




Don't get me wrong by 10:00 a.m. this morning there had already been several meltdowns regarding the following:

  1. Lila's outright refusal to use WATER COLORS when she wanted to paint with "normal" paint.
  2. Vivienne's inability to find her baby doll's hat. For the 1200th time. She alerted us at 6:45 a.m. (15 minutes later than normal!)
  3. Lila's anger regarding the sheer insanity of me suggesting that she wear a jumper/shorts outfit today. (I know. I must be high.)
  4. Vivi's frustration with me suggesting that she not wear too-small pants and a long sleeve shirt with her socks and fleece slippers. (It's at least 80 degrees today.)
  5. Lila's anger about using the green cup with the pink lid when she wanted the PINK cup with PINK lid. (Seriously? It's a cup.)
Sigh.

The outbursts come furiously and quickly because they're toddlers and mentally unstable 80% of the time.

Thank GOD they're so cute.

Because all of this? I wouldn't change it for all the shoes on zappos.com.

My life isn't perfect.
My children (one is screaming at the top of her lungs right now) aren't perfect.
My house isn't perfect.

But all of the imperfection is a gentle reminder that I don't have to be perfect to be loved.

And these little ladies? And that hot guy? They all love me. And I love them.

And this being a Mom thing is suh-weet.

Happy Mother's Day, friends.

Take a look at those children today and hold that gaze for a bit longer...

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3 comments:

  1. I love the pic of our girls!

    C

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  2. love it! you nailed it. :)

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  3. Oh my friend, this actually made me tear up.

    "My life isn't perfect.
    My children (one is screaming at the top of her lungs right now) aren't perfect.
    My house isn't perfect.

    But all of the imperfection is a gentle reminder that I don't have to be perfect to be loved."

    YES. YES. YES.

    For me, I think I sometimes get caught up in the schedule or things having to be a certain way or the frustration of having to tell Henry "NO" 20 times in an hour. And my life seems a mess and chaotic and I get frustrated.

    But then there are those moments, like this morning Henry was eating breakfast and just came up to me (unprovoked) as I was putting shoes on and gave me a huge bear hug and a kiss and went on with his stuff. And the world DOES seem perfect, even with all the mess and chaos and frustrations.

    So well said, Kylee.

    And this mom thing IS pretty darn amazing

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