monster trucks and paw patrol.

Today I write to you about something of inner beauty. Something of sweet boo-boo kisses and bedtime hugs. Something of sticky fingers and mid-day wrestling matches. Motherhood. In a week we are celebrating the boy that made me a mommy. He is smart and creative, loveable and wild, adventurous and all boy! He’ll be three years old! Being a mom is sometimes the worst part of my day, and most times the best. When you realize you have spit up on your shirt and wonder how long it has been there…When you’re trying to put your contacts in and have a child crying and clinging to each leg…When they run to you with arms open wide after a long day away…

As I sit and reflect on this little guys first 3 years of life, I realize that being a mother gives you purpose. It changes your perspective on things as well as your priorities. It makes you honest and mature. Knowing that each and every decision you make can change the future of this little person. I want my boys to grow up to be kind and compassionate, yet bold and strong. I want them to love the way Jesus loves. How do I teach them this? It’s a constant struggle. The words I choose each day to spew out at them can either be kind or hurtful. My sinful human flesh wants to get angry every time they spill noodles across the floor. Every time I have to ask 5,6,7 or 8 times to pick up their toys. Every time I try to have a conversation on the phone with them running wild and screaming in the background. Do I let my automatic reactions burst into a SCREAM? Or do I ask Jesus for self control to contain myself and take a deep breath?

I have heard it said that children don’t remember what we say, but what we do. Ouch! Yes, lead by example. A big challenge that I am taking day by day. If you are a parent, I’m sure you can relate. I’m making myself out to be a hypocrite as I tell my son not to yell at his brother…oh dear. But I am thankful for that conviction we get from the Holy Spirit so I know what I’m doing wrong and that I need a Savior to help me change my angry ways! Ok, so now I’m just rambling…but I’m glad I was able to give you a little glimpse of my day and my struggles 🙂

Motherhood. There are no words to describe how it feels when they lay that little baby on your chest and he catches his first breath. Welcome to the world little one!

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