I somehow made it through my day today without snapping a single picture of the children. It's been quite a day. It seems everyone is suffering from lack of sleep which makes for very cranky children first thing in the morning and lots of sibling rivalry. I was recently enthralled with this book by Linda Eyre and have been thinking about this quote a lot.
"I relaxed, settled back a little, closed my eyes, and remembered that life is not one exhilarating joy after another. But the occasional flashes of real joy make us able to chalk up the rest to experience."
Right now I feel like I'm chalking up a lot to experience. Having three kids three years and under is no easy task, and let's face it, some days are just plain hard. Lately I've just been trying to let go of things and enjoy a little more.
I kicked off the year feeling very excited and super motivated to magnify my role as a mother. I wanted to focus more on my children's nutrition and have healthier snacks and meals. I wanted to be able to spend more quality time with them laughing and playing. I wanted to work harder at keeping our home tidy, and the dishes caught up. Above all, I wanted to improve the general feel of our home. I was sure I could have a softer voice when it came to addressing the children and discipline. This seems to be impossible somedays, especially when dealing with tricky situations with a baby screaming to be fed in the background.
Each night before bed I pray for strength, self control, and the ability to use a quiet voice. Most days go really well and I'm able to succeed. And then there's those hard days where you feel like pulling your hair out or poking yourself in the eye because no one wants to listen to you. A certain three year old has recently developed very good selective hearing. It's those tough days where I go to bed feeling guilty and ready to throw in the towel. I find myself wishing I had spoken a little more kindly when a certain little boy visited my bedside at 5:30 in the morning requesting pancakes. Or feeling badly for shushing an excited little girl who had no intention of waking the baby when she climbed down the stairs exclaiming, "Good morning Mommy!"
There's so many times during the day when I struggle to keep my cool. Sometimes it's in the heat of a really intense sibling rivalry. Or when I come into the kitchen to find my toddler has stabbed my chicken pot pie so many times that the crust has been obliterated. Or when both kids tumble off the couch and cry after I've asked them for the tenth time not to jump on the couch.
Sometimes at days end I feel really discouraged and think to myself well, you definitely didn't win mother of the year today...
The great thing is that I get to try again tomorrow. My children are ever forgiving and we do share special moments throughout the day that make everything else seem small and unimportant. Hyrum excitedly exclaiming my name as he runs up and hugs my legs or Camilla arguing that she loves me "the mostest" definitely make this motherhood gig worth it. As long as I can dwell on the positives, I think we'll be okay. And who am I kidding, this really is the most rewarding job in the whole world.
"I relaxed, settled back a little, closed my eyes, and remembered that life is not one exhilarating joy after another. But the occasional flashes of real joy make us able to chalk up the rest to experience."
Right now I feel like I'm chalking up a lot to experience. Having three kids three years and under is no easy task, and let's face it, some days are just plain hard. Lately I've just been trying to let go of things and enjoy a little more.
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| (Our family in Silhouettes) |
Each night before bed I pray for strength, self control, and the ability to use a quiet voice. Most days go really well and I'm able to succeed. And then there's those hard days where you feel like pulling your hair out or poking yourself in the eye because no one wants to listen to you. A certain three year old has recently developed very good selective hearing. It's those tough days where I go to bed feeling guilty and ready to throw in the towel. I find myself wishing I had spoken a little more kindly when a certain little boy visited my bedside at 5:30 in the morning requesting pancakes. Or feeling badly for shushing an excited little girl who had no intention of waking the baby when she climbed down the stairs exclaiming, "Good morning Mommy!"
There's so many times during the day when I struggle to keep my cool. Sometimes it's in the heat of a really intense sibling rivalry. Or when I come into the kitchen to find my toddler has stabbed my chicken pot pie so many times that the crust has been obliterated. Or when both kids tumble off the couch and cry after I've asked them for the tenth time not to jump on the couch.
Sometimes at days end I feel really discouraged and think to myself well, you definitely didn't win mother of the year today...
The great thing is that I get to try again tomorrow. My children are ever forgiving and we do share special moments throughout the day that make everything else seem small and unimportant. Hyrum excitedly exclaiming my name as he runs up and hugs my legs or Camilla arguing that she loves me "the mostest" definitely make this motherhood gig worth it. As long as I can dwell on the positives, I think we'll be okay. And who am I kidding, this really is the most rewarding job in the whole world.



















